here i sit thinking of you,
the snow is blowing and jumping about.
waiting for you to come home.
then come a call that brings the angel of death.
who knew technology would bring very unforgettable moments.
to loose a very dear friend or even just a person,
makes the earth stop,
if just for second.
don't loose hope for the memories you haved shared are still
deep inside and dreams will have you believe if for one moment,
that dear human never left.
to loose doesn't mean you shall fall apart,
for you know that is never the case.
think as if they are still watching,
wanting you to stay happy,
even if you cannot see them.
'i miss you, ' is something to say every day.
to loose.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem