Asking why?

It always seems to be when an angle is needed
Some of the most beautiful, gifted, and talented are chosen
Most of us question why this person was chosen to be

So many of the ones chosen have already spread their seeds
Time stands still and very quiet, for a brief moment time is frozen
We ask why you would take this person from me

It just seems to be the natural order of things
To disbelieve and to ask so many questions why
I needed that person in my life right now, how could you

Questions left unanswered while we hear the angles sing
Sitting and wondering while having to say good-bye
Not knowing where to turn to or even what to do

Longing for hugs and comfort from arms no longer here
Selfishly wishing you were still close and near
Instead of being happy for you no longer in pain
I secretly wish you back while my tears fall like rain

Barbara Harris