His Death

down the aile, she wore a beautiful white dress With lace on the top. Her son wore a suit and tie It looked good on him he looked cute You wore that same one he did while u lay in the brown casket I remember when i fists saw you laying there Not breathing, talking, or your favorite thing to do smiling, you smiled everywhere u went no matter what, When i stood by that brown designed casket, i knew what was inside. i knew what was happening By the look on my great-grandmothers face, i could tell it wasn't a joke I remember running out crying my face all red you couldnt see my freckelss anymore. I remember every piece of that day I wish that day wasn't real..