Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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Lord you have taken my sun, my moon, my star.
You have taken my only child, so very far.
Let him now rest his weary head on a cottony cloud.
Please hold him dear, should he call for me out aloud.
Lord you have taken my joy, my love, my smile.
Hold his hand Lord, for to adjust he may take a while.
Read him sometime, his favorite bed time story
And let these words go down in history….
That his mother cared, his mother grieved
For her child, of whom she was so rudely bereaved.
Rest in peace by child, I will miss you beyond words.
Sleep now baby, to the cooing of Turtle Dove birds.
Image – Ben White via unsplash
Beautifully written.
thank you. Glad you liked it