He was always the person we all wanted to see
Being with him, having a great time, was where we wanted to be
Just having a laugh and so much fun
Walking and running in the sun
And when he falls out of the fun
He knows it hurts, but…
He was so strong… so sweet
He always liked to sound tough
Say he was fast and stuff
Sure he would fall and scrape his knees
He was really tough even if it did bleed
He was so strong… so sweet
Dearly, for you we pray
May the lord lift you, we say
Go to a happy place
Keep a smile on your face, just for all the grace
For we know that you are here
Holding our hearts and letting you just peer
Into more painless life
And always a stronger strife
We can still hear you speak
‘Cause you are so strong… so sweet
We know he is safe
In our hearts he is no waif
We will never forget that he is so strong… so sweet.
beautiful poem it reminds me of my grandma that just passed away thanks for writing this
Our elders are always strong and street and also protective. Nice poem....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It def seems like you wrote this about someone very close to you. It was quite beautifully wirtten, and I'm sure whoever you wrote this about would have been honored by it.