(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I received that dreaded call that nobody wants to receive. <br />I'm pretty angry because God made my wife leave. <br />Eversince she died, I can't stop crying and shaking. <br />I sit here in misery because my heart is breaking. <br />Some people may deserve to die but definitely not her. <br />How was I supposed to explain her death to our daughter? <br />I never took my wife for granted, I always put her and my daughter first. <br />It finally sunk in that she was gone forever when they loaded her in the hearse. <br />I hold my daughter as she mourns the loss of her mother. <br />She was an angel and we sure did love her.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-dreaded-call/
