Loss of a Family

Now a lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Oh, God, when I awake, take me to my father,
mother and brothers please, I can hardly wait.

I am sorry little one, to tell you although you sleep,
to your family, you will not return, you are here
with your grandmother and I, to keep.

It's sad that your mother and dad are no more,
and we do not know, what will be with your brothers
Of them, we do not know what will be in store.

The little girl cried, at the loss of her family
Playing with her brothers- deep in her memory.

The grandfather assured the little one, she would be loved and safe.
We are your new family, with us- you have found a place.

It's sad, when children cry for the loss of their family
and when they grow up, the family is a dim memory.

The child grew up feeling sad, and forgotten
forgotten by the mother, seldom seeing the brothers,
But out of the window, always watching

For the return of the family that was lost in young years,
The child cried many nights, and wiped many tears.

One day, I will have a family of my own
And you can be sure; they will not be left alone.

to wonder about their mother,
A mother, who was never replaced by another.

This will never happen to my girls, I know,
For time is not a eraser of memories, has certainly been shown.

The sad prayer made by the little girl at her bed
I remember, every tear that was shed.