My dearest Jesse,
How I wish you were here.
The days and nights go by,
And we can feel you near.

You were taken so suddenly,
At a very young age.
We fight all the feelings,
But we’re still filled with rage.

The young man who killed you,
Now sits in a cell.
He’s the one who took you,
And gave us this Hell.

We pray you are happy,
We know you are free.
But it doesn’t heal our hearts,
When here is where you should be.

I wait for you to come home,
Just out with your friends.
But I know that won’t happen,
Dennis Cramm brought it all to an end.

My heart is so heavy,
It’s been torn from my chest.
How could God have taken,
One of his very best.

I suppose life will go on,
For your father and me,
And one day your beautiful face,
Again we will see.

Help us through this life, my love,
I pray on bended knee.
Until we are together again,
For all eternity.

Copyright © 2001 by Donna Stoner. All rights reserved.

Comments (1)

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written by anikki, July 14, 2008

I love this poem, my baby brother was stabbed and killed on March 30, 2008, he was 20 years old. Except his killer isn't in jail, not enough evidence. I really feel like I am living in hell! I love my brother and miss him dearly!