HOW

For my cousin -Joseph Robert Teeters December 11th, 1975-June 8th, 2008

How could you stand there,

stare death right in the face

and never bat an eye?

 

How could you still greet us

with that mischievous smile

knowing that any day,

sooner rather than later,

you would met our ultimate fate?

 

How could God take you,

rob you of precious years,

and leave us only an affectionate memory

of a person we should all hope to be?

 

How can we ever concieve

of moving on with our

day to day lives

when yours has been cut so short?

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

rarely are there words enough to explain away the pain felt when one losses a family member. there is no fancy vocabulary or imagery, just plain and simple hurt, lack of understanding and anger~that one day will subside, but never really completly diminish.

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

Some may call it trite, but there is rather decent line at the end of The Last Samurai where the Emperor says, "Tell me how he died." and Algren replies, "I will tell you how he lived."

When my mother passed eight years ago, I stood outside my house - looked up to the sky - and I cursed God, I threatened God, I swore that if we ever met that I would kick His a*s for having taken her. I still feel the tears and the bile when I think about it. I still feel the anger, and I still feel the loss.

Your piece captures well, unfortunately too well, both those thoughts of how one lived and the angry questions that come with how one died....

[Pointblank]

I wonder too, where strength comes from when death is immenent. As if they think theres nothing to lose so they give whats left to you. I enjoyed reading about Joseph Robert Tetters. Sounds like a cool guy.

[WordMaster]

I can feel the emotion in this poem with each word and line.

You have captured the question many of us have asked superbly�

Why?

I know not why!