Why did you have to pick her?
Why did you have to take my mom so soon?
Why did she have to go to heaven now?
It just hurts so bad not having her here.
Every time I think about everything she is going to miss
tears flow from my eyes like rain running off a tin roof.
My mother will not get to be here for my wedding.
She will never get to meet all of her grandchildren
or get to see some of them grow up even a little.
I miss her so bad and I need her now more than ever.
Why now God? Why my mother?
Despite what you may might have heard
or seen in those silly horror movies,
there is no pattern or order to death.
Who is selected and when they are selected
is purely by chance, not some grand design.
If you were suddenly dropped in the middle
of the largest most beautiful flower garden
and you were allowed to pick just one
which flower would you pick and why?
Chances are you would seek out and choose
a captivating flower that beckoned your gaze.
A stunningly unique and wonderful flower,
with a divine strength and beauty that captures
not just the best of your world, but all it is capable of.