Why does it have to be this way

Why does it have to be this way

A Poem by Emily

I took my time with you for granted, 
Only God knew he'd take you away from me when you were only 47
They all say the good die young and that's definitely a fact in this situation. 
You were one of the most amazing human beings I've ever met. 
You'd give the shirt off of your back for someone in need, 
Always there to help a friend and be there "go to guy"
You were my world and now you're no longer here. 
I'm not the only one who feels lost without you here. 
You're missed by so many people, 
Nobody can understand why it had to be this way. 
Why did you have to go to work and not come home?
Why did that man dig the hole the wrong way?
How did your partner get out of the hole but you didn't?
I have so many questions I wish I could ask you. 
What were your final thoughts?
Your last words to mom were you had to go or someone was going to die or get hurt, 
You died, it was like you knew it was going to happen, 
So WHY, WHY did you still get into that hole?
Your gut obviously told you something was right or you wouldn't have made that comment to momma. 
She has to live everyday knowing those were the last words she heard out of her husbands mouth, 
Her best friends mouth. 
We miss you so much daddy. 

© 2018 Emily


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This simply has to be a true story becuz it’s told in such a gripping honest gut-level way. I am so sorry if this is your true story (((HUGS))) . . . it’s an amazing piece of writing, the way you slowly reveal the details of this experience of finding out a devastating piece of news. I was hanging on every word, this message feels so compelling & raw. I wish I could dig down this deep & express some of my worst life hurts, so I know how difficult it can be to share one’s truth this vividly. The questioning is so well done, all the things most people would wonder, but everything stated in an original way. This is the poster child for showing that raw inability to accept a horrible event in one’s life. Sometimes it never goes away . . . it just lessens way too slowly (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Emily

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much! Writing has definitely helped me cope.
Oh man how terrible. The intuition is stronger than diamonds sometimes, but our ability to listen to it is not. Especially as a man when you feel obliged to get a job done. The ones left standing are the ones that need answers, tending to and support. What a great piece to bring home the importance of listening to our gut and thinking first about what we love. Great job!!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


This is so very sad. To lose someone unexpectedly, plus no answers to your so many questions is hard to live with. God bless you and you Mom.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on April 29, 2018
Last Updated on June 3, 2018
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