Sometimes we wish we could unfold the sky To take you back from the space and time So we can see your smile For you who never knew our name
We barely know if you're a boy or a girl You're a heaven fragments from our wound
Cover up with our blood and bones Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave Cover up with our blood and bones Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave
Those bright lights beneath the stars Reminds me of your little name
We wish we could turn back the time For you who never knew our name For you who never knew our name
But when we close our eyes We stumble ourselves inside Tears never bring you back
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
A wife who loses her husband is called a widow, a husband who loses his wife is called a widower, a child who loses his parents is called an orphan.
There is no words for a parents who loses their child, that's how awful the loss is.
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaJul 28, 2023
A perfect little angel that never needed to be exposed to this world, a precious soul leant to us for a short time so we can feel a love so gentle and pure, we are touched by a beautiful angel and changed forever.
I have lost a child and a grandchild. Thank you for this
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I have lost a child and a grandchild.
Thank you for this