I sat alone beside a fallen tree.
Unknown that I would lose a child, I mourn.
To re-unite, to God I make a plea.
Wet tears on fleece, emotional and torn.
Cascading tears transforms to crystal drops.
I wish that I could hold you once again.
I cradle empty arms, the song ne’er stops.
I hear your voice call out to me, in pain.
You look alluring as you fly in light,
My hands together; rain to cease, I pray.
Beloved child of mine in silk and white,
Beside me, sat and wiped my tears away.
Sweet angel with majestic wings; fly free.
I give my life away to God, for thee.
©Alima J 25th May 2017