When I got the news that you were gone,
I stared into space. I couldn't believe what they had said,
The just told me that my child was dead.
I remember when you as just a little boy,
You would play outside most other day,
I would go and check on you, later you would come in the
house and check on me.
Do you remember when you would take your toys apart?
Somehow you would manage to put them back the way they were
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem