When my grandfather died,
I cryed and cryed,
I never knew him never even met him,
So many things ill never get to say to him,
i will never know him,
But i know he is my angle now,
I always feel someones presents but no one is there,
I never will say the things i want to tell him,
But i always feel safe,
That is under my sarrow,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel bad for you! ! D: