Tuesday, April 04, 2017

To my late child





Chechey, I'm sorry for I couldn't let you have a life.
Your Mom came to me with good news.
I was on cloud nine to have you.
Day by day you grew bigger.
You were so big that your Mom couldn't move.
You were kicking like footballer.
Your Mom and I were happy seeing you do.
Chechey, I'm sorry for I couldn't let you have a life.
Your Mom complained of sudden feral pain.
I let her to our car and dove.
Your Mom was in ICU struggling for you.
I was trying to make sense of events unfolding,
Praying to God to give us a miracle.
Watched my happiness crumble before me,
That only broke my heart permanently.
Chechey, I'm sorry for I couldn't let you have a life.
You won't know but your Mom struggled for you.
She endured every pain for you.
You were pale, cold and breathless.
Doctors declared you're born dead.
I still remember your little fists,
Your cute immature face,
Your fragile limbs that once was so strong.
Chechey, I'm sorry for I couldn't let you have a life.
Your Mom still remembers you and cry.
We miss you every fleeting second.
We miss you so much.
We can't wait until it's our turn to come,
So we can be together again.
Don't feel bad on your Mom and me,
For we couldn't save you chechey!

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