1 April 2009
I first kiss his head
It is cold and pale…
I touch his tiny fingers
All I got is the same way…
I look hard at his face
Hoping for him to smile
But all I see is just his lips blue and dry…
Dark spots on his chest
Proof of his pain
Spread down to his little legs…
I cry a lot
I just can’t hide
Try to be as calm though I know I can’t
Why baby Irsyad
Why my nephew
Since there’s a lot more baby to choose
But heaven is the promise
For him to be from Almighty
Until reunited with mommy and daddy
…to be continued…
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