As I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling,
I begin to have this really weird feeling.
I am scared! It is so terribly dark in here.
I wish my mummy near.
I cannot hear her;
I think she went away.
So all I can do is to begin to pray.
'Please God, let me not be afraid,
and if you could bring my mummy back,
that would be great.'
Right now I am so full of fears.
I am very close to shedding some tears.
Why does she leave me behind?
That question is constantly on my mind.
I thought she loved me with all her hearts.
I think I was wrong;
I am falling apart.
I wish she were here by my side;
then I don't ever have to hide.
I still love my mum,
yes, I do.
I just hope that the day will come
When I will be with her............
in the heaven too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem