I know you're probably hurting now.
You're proably in great pain,
but you're free from me.
You are in great gain.
You are ready now.
Spread your wings and fly.
I know you're probably hurting now
but the limit is the sky.
I know you're probably hurting
and you may even cry
but someday you'll look back
and wish you had said good bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching poem Conuil. Sincerely, Mary