As many of you will remember, a freak accident a year ago took another of my children, a mother of five.
In the first anniversary I wish to share some words and feeling with you...

Three hundred and sixty five days
that will be how long in time has been
since my little daughter, mother of five,
has gone away, taken by Fate’s whims.

I wrote once about, “My little pal’s dead,”
no comfort there, no words can ever be,
parents shouldn’t witness their dead child
like a punishment for whatever they did.

An empty place in the heart remains empty,
there is no one around wanting it to fill
as remembrances rush down upon the soul,
she’s rushing no more to sit on my knee.

She was the last one that I endured departure,
of my five children He has taken three,
He certainly had tried to shake my faith…
maybe God, the most merciful, is testing me.

Long nights paved with black silences,
when I question if it’s real, paying for sins,
a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life, I wasn’t
a Christian Templar, but a soldier sent to kill.

The anniversary day, when Three Wise Men
arrived with gold, frankincense and myrrh,
a day when many children find their presents,
she was taken on the morning of January sixth.

Don’t tell the father that the little girl is gone,
his heart became total deaf, don’t want to hear,
because echoing inside that love cathedral, the
little girl’s laughter he forever will come to feel.

Someone said that for the father’s sins, the sons,
a life of desert’s wandering they will inherit,
but why should my little girl should had to pay
for whatever wrongs He thinks I did?



Sandra Cecilia 1963-2006 was taken from me on January sixth 2007