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You don´t know how I feel
My Child
You don't know how I feel, please don't tell me that you do.
There's just one way to know, have you lost a child too?
"You'll have another baby", must I hear this every day?
Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away?
Don't say it was "God's will", for that is not the God I know.
Would God on purpose break my heart, then watch as my tears flow?
"You have an angel now, in heaven, a precious child above."
But, tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love?
"Aren't you better yet?" Is that what I heard you say?
No! A part of me has gone, and I will always feel this way.
Perhaps you think your silence will help to ease my pain?
But I want to talk about the child I'll never hold again.
Don't say these things to me, although I know you do mean well.
They do not take my pain away; I must go through this hell.
I will get better sure, yet slow, and it helps to have you near,
But "I'm sorry that you lost a child" is all I have to hear.
Author Unknown
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- Bila je kod nas s bratom i sestrom. Ja sam je doveo do prijelaza da bi im otišla do Doma kupiti sladoled. Falio joj je samo korak da pređe kada je na nju naletio Punto koji se stvorio niotkud. Lupio ju je tako jako da je letjela kroz zrak, udarila u drugi automobil i sletjela na cestu - kroz plač je ispričao djed Pavo Stanković.
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Post je objavljen 30.08.2007. u 09:47 sati.