It was unfortunate
that you passed Christmas morning.
I really wish I could've seen you,
just one more time would've been enough.
Cancer is what took you prematurely,
and I will never be able to forget it.
I was so young, and had so
much that I could've learned.
Your experiences couldn't have been duplicated;
Nationalization, living in Cambodia,
cooking foreign food, understanding different cultures,
and most of all understanding your life.
But, I only eight, wouldn't understand
you untimely departure.
And, oh, how confused I was as to
why God took you.
And, mostly, I wanted to say
that I still, after 7 years,
miss you terribly,
and I turned out to be an OK person.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem