How can I miss you, when I'd never met you.
How can I love you like I do.
Were your eyes brown, green or blue
Six months on this earth such a short span
Your young life ended before it began
No chance will you ever have to be a man
I'll never hold you my little grandson
Your mother's nightmare has just begun
With our spirits sinking as low as the sun
You were way to young to die
Angry thoughts and questions of why
How many tears must we cry
one of lifes horrible questions that could never be answered...my friend recently lost her little one and I know the pain you express...lovely write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i empathise with your feelings, this is no mere poem, but it captures the excruciating pain one undergoes when one looses someone so very near