by Stormy Boyett
Stop the world, don't turn on the lights
because yesterday, Zeke died.
His momma's world turned upside down,
her gorgeous baby no longer around.
His face is etched in memories framed
and all that I feel is his momma's pain.
He was loved fiercely
and spoiled tenderly.
His sister remains, a legacy retained
but nothing will ever be the same.
The tears fall and responsibilities call
but nothing will ease the pain, nothing at all.
An empty space is left and all I can do is cry
Stop the world from turning because yesterday Zeke died.