I never seen him.
I never heard him cry.
He was gone before He was born out his mother womb.
He died at 4 months.
My little nephew is gone.
Inshallah I see him in the jannah.
And if I do then I will
Play with him.
Feed him.
Cuddle him.
Tell him who I am.
He is my nephew.
He is someone who I would've loved to see one day.
I love you nephew.
I hope to see you one day.
Love, yanna your auntie who loves you very much.
YOU ARE READING
TAKEN AWAY
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that are written when a family friend or anyone who is taken away from me. I hope by me sharing my feelings with you help you understand what I'm going through and it helps you with your problems too...
