My angel.
My guardian.
My hope.
Your picture..
It's nothing like you.
Doesn't show YOU.
Appearances aren't everything.
Not to me.
Not for you.
You were perfect.
Fat, thin, sick, well.
Perfect.
A perfection I can't find again.
You died.
I lost.
I loved.
You died..
How the heart bleeds.
But it doesn't bleed perfection, like you.
Bleeds out of a weak human.
A weak no body, if human at all.
This time last year, you were here.
Sick.
But here.
Cancer took you away.
The cancer wasn't worth you.
Wasn't as perfect as you.
It ruined you.
It ruined us.
Your angel.
Your carer.
Your hope.
You grand child..
Broken, and alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem