We can never question the reason why
Death comes knocking and things go wry
We cannot help but wonder why
All we do is sigh and cry
Time stands still while we try and mourn
The painful loss that we adorn
Stricken by grief of our firstborn
Who passed away as the world moves on
All we see is what should be
Never understanding why it had to be
Flip a coin, maybe we might look and see
That she is free , even if we do not agree
MARYANN BOSAH 