You came to me with remorse and regret
Your admission to a misguided act
Upon your face lived both worry and fret
Honesty moved me to calmly react
Remembering the youthful smile you wore
When times were much happier than today
You deserved wonderful greetings and more
In Heaven I hope you forever play
Thinking of my son departing the bus
Noticing that some songs were never sung
Yet, your spirit highly soared among us
Tragic is the tale of a life lost young
Today I wipe away another tear
I am haunted by a sad look of fear
© Christopher Chronister 11/28/2025
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC
You came to me with remorse and regret
Your admission to a misguided act
Upon your face lived both worry and fret
Honesty moved me to calmly react
Remembering the youthful smile you wore
When times were much happier than today
You deserved wonderful greetings and more
In Heaven I hope you forever play
Thinking of my son departing the bus
Noticing that some songs were never sung
Yet, your spirit highly soared among us
Tragic is the tale of a life lost young
Today I wipe away another tear
I am haunted by a sad look of fear
© Christopher Chronister 11/28/2025
I wrote this about a special girl who tragically passed. I was thinking about days I would see her get off the bus with my son, and I was also thinking about a very specific time she followed him home to apologize to us for something that happened at the bus-stop. Her death broke my heart!
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