Remember the times you had with one another.
Think of her happiness in Gods Hands.
When she was taken, we were left just to wonder.
Wondering why she was taken away from us.
Us, Heartbroken, Just as her mother.
It was her turn, but we'll get our chance.
Now, today, everyday seems it almost has thunder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem