This poem is about my son who was tragically killed by Coach USA bus driver Wilson Romaine who was speed and jumped the curb where my son stood. My son was at the front door banging to get on the bus. Romaine refused to stopped thee bus, instead he looked at my son and continued to drive the bus in a reckless manner. Romaine was operating NJ Transit bus 709. He was never charged. You can go on change.org to sign the petition call Stopping Reckless and Rude Aggresive Bus drives Taking Young Innocent Lives Like deshon Johnson
The Final Goodbye
When we laid your body to rest agony of pain enters into my chest.
I started to cry and scream wishing that this was all a dreadful dream.
But in my eyes I saw it was true I just wish it was not you.
I never envision the day that you will be so viciously taken away.
You were young and full of fun now your life was taken away instantly from me, my beloved son.
Your years on this earth is far too few and your life was taken horrifically too soon from you.
You should have been allowed to live since you had a lot to give.
The horrific images in my mind on how you die I keep asking myself over and over again why?
It is hard for the pain to relinquish from my soul and keep my mind from being mentally whole.
While your murder is walking free. The final goodbye is killing me.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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