The ones we love disappear
like the tears we cry,
They were important without fear
and to the sky they fly,
We will miss them till' the end of time
knowing that in the sky they will shine,
Every star that we see
is a soul that's been set free,
To the grandparents of our lives
we wish that they were still alive,
and it hurts, knowing that only in heart
and memory they will live,
And they were always there for us
and were so supportive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like foot steps in the sands