Monday, 15 April 2013


If I should ever die, I want my sons to know:

With the soft gentle breeze my arms will embrace you.
Each ray of sunlight will be my kisses your skin.
Every drop of rain will be a tear I shed, because I miss you.
But don't be sad, for every tear will hold a promise.
That one day I'll see you again.

Soft whispers will fall like snow flakes
For you will be in my heart
And I shall be all around you.
The flowers, the trees, the sand and grass beneath your feet.
I shall be there.

I won't take away your pain
Or help you in times of need
But I'll be there
To go through it with you.