Hidden from the view of all eyes,

Is the spirit of death as

It stalks human lives.

Sometimes a bad choice will

Determine it's path,

As Satan leans back

Exulting a taunting laugh.

No my sister, no my brother,

It was NOT your fault.

Death set it's trap and

Their life was caught.

You are not to blame

Death is appointed for us all.

Yet, sometimes a bad decision

Will put death on an early call.

They chose their path that day.

How can you be blamed?

They walked on your love

In their rebellious way.

My sister, my brother, you tried to help,

But your tuff love and common sense,

They wouldn't accept.

So don't carry guilt and don't embrace shame.

My sister, my brother,

You were good parents.

You are not to blame.

 ~Joyce Rogers~