RIP my child


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

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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  1. Beautifully written.

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