(This is a fictional poem) br br I received that dreaded call that nobody wants to receive. br I'm pretty angry because God made my wife leave. br Eversince she died, I can't stop crying and shaking. br I sit here in misery because my heart is breaking. br Some people may deserve to die but definitely not her. br How was I supposed to explain her death to our daughter? br I never took my wife for granted, I always put her and my daughter first. br It finally sunk in that she was gone forever when they loaded her in the hearse. br I hold my daughter as she mourns the loss of her mother. br She was an angel and we sure did love her.