You left too soon
When weak still are my bones
You just taught me how to stand
Just walked my first step and you were gone
Still I tried to move on
Stumbling and falling, trying to manage on my own
Now it’s not your hand that pulled me up every time am down
God’s loving hands are taking me safely everyday to reach my home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem