My yuval
I
miss you so very much.
A
year has passed since that cursed Wednesday;
That
same day you said goodbye and kissed me saying
There's
nothing to worry about, in the evening I'll be home.
I
was so calm and confident. My Yuval, nothing could
Harm you until the officer came
to convey the bitter news
Of
your death. I refused to believe it. I thought it was only
A
matter of hours till they discovered their ”mistake”.
That’s
also why I insisted they let me see you before the
Funeral,
but to my sorrow I discovered it was really you
Lying
in the coffin – you and no one else.
What
can I tell you Yuval, my son,
There
are days when your loss cuts like a knife,
There
isn't a day that passes when I don't think of you
And
feel sorrow that I didn't tell you enough how
Much
I love you.
And
there are particularly hard days when I think about
How
you are up above us guarding over me.
Loving
you
Mummy