by Richard Ellis

Created on: August 27, 2009

Left Behind.

It was a cold Saturday in December,
Christmas preparations were underway,
The tree was decorated, I remember,
Adding brightness to a day of gray.

This was her favorite time of year;
Going shopping for family at the mall,
Diligently creating Christmas cheer,
Decorating and wrapping gifts for all.

None could have guessed the great sorrow,
That the end of that happy day would hold;
She would not be with us tomorrow-
The warmth of the season suddenly turned cold.

A massive heart attack took her life away;
This young wife, mother, and grandmother.
Only fifty-three years on this orb of clay,
A life cherished by me as no other.

I know it was not her desire to leave,
If only she could she would have stayed,
And we who were left behind to grieve,
Were broken hearted and dismayed.

When she was suddenly called away,
We were all left behind to ponder:
'Tis God who dictates, we but obey,
When He calls a loved one up yonder.

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