I dedicate this poem for Sobha and her husband who may lose their son and for aarya who may lose their baby too
When we lose parents
When we lose a wife
we are called widower
when lose youth
we are called old
but when we lose a kid , a son ,or a daughter
there is no word
there is no wold to describe a father
who took his son to cemetery
no poet , or Cleric or writer ever
has enough letter
to describe this kind of pain
when we lose our mind
it is called becoming crazy
we are called poor
when we lose a lot of monies
when lose memory
we are called amnesic
but they is some things
that no words can explain
we can search in all the dictionaries
they is no word
when we lose a husband
we are called widow
but when we lose a baby , a son or daughter
they is no word
to describe a mother who lose her son
that she raise when all her heart
and all the mather has is her heart
no word
to explain how a mather feel
after losing a baby she never see or hear
no wold to explain
the feeling of losing a life
was inside you and just Disappeared
there is words that affect us , touch us and move us
but here there is no word,
we don't know what to say
infact we dont know
if we still have the right to live
but we still in life
smilling and surviving
we live because he can't
we live thinking that he maybe proud of us
when we save a baby, a son ,or daughter
we are caller hero
but when we lose one of them
there is no word
Edited by kholita - 13 years ago