Tears Of Your Child Poem by Ernest Makuakua

After how many sons and daughters will you determine a son?
He is born in a devastating state stating a nature of his death while its stating a state of her death
Kings and queens still cracks their minds too. Why me why are you gone too soon?
How soon is soon? How fast is gone so fast? How long is its too long that She has passed away?
Tears of your Child

Even if he is 100 he still cries for his mother He cries for his father.
Its so painful to know he/she lives but you cant reach out to them. Its painful still to not have them at all. Its even hard to project a character even when you have the picture anyone can burn it but one in the memory is something but still have you considered the tears of your child if you are living somewhere. Have you considered the generation you have created to be repeated as history.

I don't care how much you hurt one another all I want is to be taught by my two parents raised by both of you child says. If theres something you cannot erase is the pain chain you strain your chain of generations with because they break the chain too its in their blood stream. Some will be ok but most will fall at the trap.

When she died I knew not I hear stories of how she felt the pain, I only hear stories of how she was, when I searched for her image in mind I was told a story and shown a picture. Surely im carrying your genes and crying for you but you cannot hear me nor feel me, you cannot see me. Looking forward to heaven to ask the father the consequesnces of her being present in my life. All questions un answered yet all the answeres are not revealed yet since I haven't asked the source Why and who did this but it was allowed.

Tears of your child will harm you. It cuts deeper than a pain of a knife to their hearts,
The conclusion of this is Build your child Parents not your Tombstone.
To the crying child these words I give words from the source
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the former things have passed away.