(This is a fictional poem)

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

Randy Johnson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-dreaded-call/