Too Young

This is a shorter version of a poem I wrote when I was in high school.

At your prime, not even ready to leave,
But God thought it was your time to go.
You made me believe in myself again,
And for that I thank you.

Sunny days seem to hurt most of all.
Everwhere I go, I see your face before me,
I see your smile, I feel your presence with me.
Still can't believe you're gone.

You never got to settle down,
You never got to raise a family,
You never got to name your babies,
What would you name your babies....?

Knowing that one day,
I'll see you again, in heaven
Gives me hope these days.
You Died Too Young!!