I had a son
My name sake
I thought of him as my younger brother
He is no more
The cruel hands of death stroke
Leaving me without a son
Leaving me without a brother
I miss him so much it hurts.
At times I go out in the night
I look up at the galaxy of stars
I see the stars shining down on me
I wonder
I ask my myself
I ask looking up the stars
I ask my son who is also my brother a question
Are you one of the stars shining down on me?
When depressed and sorrowful
I get comfort from looking up at the stars
When my heart is heavy
I get comfort from looking up at the stars
I imagine that my son who is also my brother is one of the stars shining down on me
So I ask my dearest son and brother are you one the stars shining down on me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem