Sometimes I wonder,
Foolishly maybe,
How people would feel,
If God were to take me.

Would people cry,
Or even be shocked?
Would my neighbors be sad,
Would their lives be rocked?

Would people come to my funeral,
And mourn with the others?
Would they sit with my friend's,
Relieved but scared mothers?

Speaking of Mothers,
Would I ruin her life?
Would the rest of her days,
Be permanent strife?

And my sisters,
Would they care at all?
Knowing they can't,
Write or call?

Would my friends want to know,
What happened to me?
Or what about,
My whole family?

I don't know what would happen,
Because I'll simply be gone.
But all I ask of them is,
To please stay strong...