Standing there before me was my little girl of three
she threw her arms up in the air and this she said to me
' Pick me up please daddy and hold me very tight
For I will die tomorrow but we've still got tonight
I need to crawl inside your heart where I will always stay
My earthly form may vanish, but I will not go away
So read a bedtime story the one you know I like
Then kiss me soft and tuck me in and tell me nighty-night'
I did just like she wanted and then I went to bed
when I got home next eveing my little girl was dead
I saw the crowd around my house as they came through the door
The fireman carried something, my heart fell to the floor
' Mister, please don't look this way', the tearstained fireman said
' this isn't what you want to see, see yesterday instead'
Well, we laid her in the graveyard in a tiny coffin white
surrounded by the wildflowers that I picked late that night
And someone spoke of comfort and someone sang a song
but all that I could recognize was my little girl was gone
Well now some twenty years have passed and she's never gone away
she lives forever in my heart just like she said that day
Sometimes in the eveings she comes to me in dreams
Where we walk in a meadow beside a flowing stream
Right now I know she's waiting right there by heavens door
where I will someday meet her, and we'll part nevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem