Saras smile (Window poem)

I see a mother holding her child, Crying and screaming wild. The child lifeless, colorless. Beside me relatives crying, another member dead, not dying. So young, with a beautiful song sung. There is a grave, perhaps another life God could not save. Covered with so roses red, only difference is your sisters dead. Sometimes life isnt the fantasy we believe i
t to be, its a place only the blind want to see. Its a world covered in ash, sad thing is all the boy wants to do is crash. Years 2010, where the pain would begin. Without any end, with no more strength to fend. There off in the distance almost a mile, tortured by her smile. An angel so white and pure, telling me death is the only cure.