Shopping is always fun,
especially when I have my son cute little son.
We run around the shops, laugh and joke,
But suddenly I heard him choke.
I worried and froze,
The choke volume rose.
My mind went blank,
My heart sank.
His eyes closed,
He lay here in a deathly pose.
He is gone forever,
It will be never,
Before I come to terms with the lose of my cute little boy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.