take the misery you feel deep,
down in your heart,
and turn it into a song of love,
may the pillow of dreams,
be as sweet as a apple bud on a tree,
and not as bitter as a lomen,
drop,
the long and nasty nights will,
not always cloud the peace,
and comfort the menories you,
hold so wonderful,
hold the hand,
take a moment,
say a prayer,
never let go,
of the love he had for,
you
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I would like to translate this poem
i think that this poem, will help poeple who are going through the worst fear of losing a child. A really nice and comfort. Please keep them coming.