I see the angels take him away, take away his soul.
Gone. Forever he is gone. No longer will I his smiling, child-like face, no longer will I hear his contagious laughter, no longer will I feel his small child hand within mine.
But he has not left my heart, he has not left me alone. His bubbly spirit watches over me, making me feel secure and he gives me hope.
Always he gave me hope, but now he'll give my children hope and he will guide them.
He is my hope.
He is my strength.
He is my Guardian Angel.
Even when we were just the tiniest of children, his happiness was my happiness. I loved the childish games we once played, and even though we cannot share those memories together I will still love him.
His friendship was unforgettable.
He is my hope.
He is my strength.
He is my Guardian Angel.
I believe in him. I always have.
A great poem, like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Parallel life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
may ur hope be a reality and guide u and make u happy.............