I found this one of many poems I wrote during the first four years after my daughter's passing. Whoever may be reading this and is need of help. Try writing. Record your feelings to paper. It helps. Trust me, even the worst thing is survivable.
-Coach Boston
Life continues to move
Sounds all around me
Four Teenagers having lunch
They get up and walk away
Four years has passed
I know what’s wrong
No more hugs and kisses