The Thief

When death knocked at her door it wasn’t polite.

It didn’t wait for her to open the door and welcome it in.

It broke open the locks, ran up the stairs and took her.

There will be no justice for this thief, only for her.

God’s beautiful angel…so precious in his sight.

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2 thoughts on “The Thief

  1. I really like this poem. I’m sad about the reason it was written. I am so sorry for your loss, but I think this is a beautiful remembrance of C’s death.

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