Joy

Have you ever seen one of those children, whom were born to die, and they knew it. ? have you seen the compassion and sorrow being emitted from their eyes? Did you notice the child born to die, had an aura of extraordinary radiance ,somehow more beautiful than the healthy child, and seemingly more wise.? Those sorrowful yet wise eyes My eyes speak to their eyes. And ask why ,why the sorrow their eyes answered my eyes My sadness is for you; My eyes speak again; Why were you born to just come and go ? Why was I to bore you just to bear the burden of your leaving. Why did God place you in my womb before cutting his own ties with you.? Why is your human so breathtakingly beautiful. Your intellect superb. Why did God place you in my womb ? Did you come to teach me how to love Did come to show me how to live -? Or just to remind us that death is an inevitable angel sent to help us realize that tomorrow is not a promise. Life is not entitled to us no matter how special we think we are. We all are just visitors passing through, spirits occupying the same space in time, And in a blinking of an eye we could be gone...Just like that ! I cannot help but feel the tears heat my cheeks, As I am still fulfilled by the joy of your existence No matter how brief. As every emotion rushes in,I cannot help but feel your strength Now grateful for your visit, and the lesson you taught me No matter what I must not worry, No matter what I must not cry; One day soon said his eyes-you'll understand why, I'm the child- Who was Born to Die.!