Poem

Why do you make us feel loss?
Why do you make us feel pain?
Why do fear you Death,
When some day you will visit us the same?
Why do we feel empty, when our loved ones pass away?
Does it really make us feel better when we think we will meet with them again one day?

To some of us it still saddens when the loved one isn’t ours,
But to know some one who loved them might feel like they were yours.



( I thought of this after a classmate of mine told me on Tuesday that she had lost a long time friend suddenly over the weekend)