When death comes knocking at your <br />Door <br />Your knees are the first to hit the floor <br />Every breath you take from here after <br />Becomes a struggle <br /> <br />As my heart is slowly breaking apart <br />I now have been sentenced <br /> To a life of pain and sorrow <br />Never looking fore ward to <br />Another tomorrow <br /> <br /> Our maker and creator had it <br />All wrong when he sent the angel of <br />Death down to take my son <br />I was to go first how could he forget <br /> <br />God you took the wrong one home <br />For a mother should never have to <br />Burry one of their own -<br /><br />Christina L Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-child-2/
