Nine months into the pregnancy,
I kept taking care of Anya, like she was at infancy.
I knew she had gone weak.
I knew..For the past few weeks
But I pretended not to know,
And she was ready not to show.
But it hurt me deep inside my heart.
It hurt me real deep in my heart,
To see her go through this.
And When death happened, all the things we would miss.
I shudder to think how life would be,
Without my Anya, the one woman for me.
And now, looking at her on this sick bed,
Renewing my vows to her with so many tears shed,
I didn't know if I could be strong this time.
Why did all these pain have to be mine?
I looked at our son laying next to her.
Anya's soul had travelled far.
Her lips were dry and cold.
Her body had gone entirely cold.
This was the woman I wanted to be with till I was old.
I never knew how tragic our lives would unfold.
My son made a cry, he looked at me.
He had his mother's eyes, as beautiful as the sea.
At least, I had one thing I could live for.
One thing that gave me hope and more.
Our son. And I would do it all in memory OF HER. Yes, I would do it all, FOR HER.
