R.I.P she's dead

His eyes are blood shot red,
And his words are stuttering.
As he lies on his bed,
And he looks around puttering.

She had died that afternoon,
Her son watched her in pain.
He knew she was going to die soon,
Because outside there was rain.

Slowly, she had died,
And he looked away.
As he started to cry,
He knew that she couldnt stay.

She had made some bad choices,
And her son knew that too.
She had heard the voices,
And she knew they were true.

Her son kissed her head,
And slowly walked away.
Tears streaming down his face, as he looked back at the bed,
He just couldnt grip, that shed never come and stay.

Her funeral is still to come,
We ll all be dressed in black.
It wont be much fun,
Because shell never be coming back.

There will be tears that we cried,
And another loved one lost to the air.
Just because she died,
Everyone seems to care.

6-6-07
R.I.P Carol Balisteri