To N'Aom, Our Little Angel.
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
I think of you as watching from
A time and space beyond the sky,
A place where we might someday come,
I wish I could have been with you.
To share your fear, your hand, your one last breath.
I wish, I wish, I wish . . . but it is done,
And now I must surrender what is gone.
To me you are as lovely as before:
Your voice still sings of life, your eyes still shine.
This truth is like a sea that has no shore,
Love,
Golf
Posted by Prinda Poka
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