Another poem in the collection of Marius Degeest.
I made this for my stillborn son.

My dearest son alone on tour.
Sometimes I think: you leave me behind
In my solitude with my grief.
I know you've been there and you wait there.
I'm not ready just yet.

And friends give me a hand.
They comforted me, it was far too early.
So why you wanted to have the other side?
Our world was not big enough?

I had thousand and one dreams
which you could play the leading role.
You took the scenarios with you
You just went on tour alone.


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