That dreaded call

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.

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This is a fictional poem

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