Reality is shaken with a desperate plea-
Another soul has been set free.
Thick tears falling, breaking ground-
Where tragedy screams, there is no sound.
This scene is crushing; it's touch and go-
It's in black and white and playing slow.
The end is certain, though not one to expect-
Every word held back has turned to regret.
Why this loss, Lord? It's not fair-
Please wake me from this stark nightmare.
Two footprints are left like ghosts in sand-
Knowing only that she's in better hands.
Take her, God, and set her free-
But tell her to remember me.
Jessy Liz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amy-s-shoes/
