Nobody knows why,
the reasons that you said goodbye,
the reason they sit and cry,
nobody knows why.
A family torn apart by confusion,
still thinking you were here,
engulfed by delusion.
A coward, selfish,
and still the list goes on,
but when your son was taken,
your soul was also gone.
You followed him to heaven,
your daughters left behind,
but religion took over,
your son you had to find.
An image in the mind,
of ever family member,
a rope, the pain,
each month through to December.
We knew you had to go,
but nobody knows why,
but now you join your son,
both glowing in the sky.
17 years on now,
you had a job to do,
you came to take my world from me
Now your father has now joined you.
Look after my grandad,
he sure looked after you,
hopefully one day you'll come,
and i can join you too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem