Pain not SEEN

I was waiting,

by the phone,

today,

waiting by to hear your voice.

�

the phone did ring,

now i have no choice,

because she said,

"He did last night, just like you said, by 3:03 am,

he was dead."

�

Now I'll hold tight to,

the memories,

that you will no longer be here to make with me.

�

I got up today,

dressed in what I wore yesterday.

Tears pooring down my face.

I opened the blinded today,

and did not see the blue sky,

only gray.

�

I went to your house today,

and it felt so empty,

and it was o so painful.

I packed up,

what you left to me,

and went on my way.

asking God,"�Why today?"

�

We went and we burried you,

today.

And yes Grandpa Apple Jack Kunkle,

It rained today...

�

IN MEMEORY OF

JACK EARL KUNKLE

October 18,1937 - May 10, 2007