When I cry
She asks why?
Her age; if could know
Or ever she would grow!
To know why do I
When she laughs; just cry.
Everybody's doll
Loved by all
Was nearing her fate
With passing days
Gradually rigor
Was taking vigor
And arrived the day
My short lived guest,
Made her way in haste.
I remember,
When she was diagnosed
I lost the hope,
And difficulty did grow
To see her withering slow
Lastly the stormy cancer!
Torn me asunder! ! !
Now, I pray
May my daughter rest in peace
And God help me to live in liss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember, When she was diagnosed I lost the hope, And difficulty did grow To see her withering slow Lastly the stormy cancer! Torn me asunder! ! ! yes your daughter is in bliss, in the world of God. my sister and my beloved mother also died of cancer.. i understand u. thank you