When death comes knocking at your
Door
Your knees are the first to hit the floor
Every breath you take from here after
Becomes a struggle
As my heart is slowly breaking apart
I now have been sentenced
To a life of pain and sorrow
Never looking fore ward to
Another tomorrow
Our maker and creator had it
All wrong when he sent the angel of
Death down to take my son
I was to go first how could he forget
God you took the wrong one home
For a mother should never have to
Burry one of their own -
Ah! Your poem made me teary. It's really very tragic to see our little ones meeting death at tender age. Your poem has a lot of pathos. Nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep and powerful writing. Let it flow.