Poem about the passing of a kind, wonderful woman.

This poem was written after the tragedy of one of my good friends who also happened to be a co-worker and the fiance’ of my cousin and father to their daughter. He was coming back from a funeral on his motorcycle and a jeep cut him and he flew into a pole head first dying instantly. This happened on May 26, 2006 and my life has never been the same since. I wrote this poem for his daughter Giana who was 18 mths when he died. I put myself in her position as to what it would be like growing up with a father who has passed away.

About the memories and things associated with the deceased.

A second glance at me.

A street person, deceased.

A comforting epitaph.

The deceased comfort us from above.

The world passes by.

My feelings of what this little girl (Baby Caylee) is thinking lost and alone or deceased with her soul looking for closure.

My First Born who’s gone to sleep with the Angels.