i don't know what to say,
for my heart is weary,
tired and has almost lost focus.
i feel like God has abandoned
for allowing the bundle of joy
to slip off my hands thrice.
i'm at the edge of the cliff
with a few grip left in the
power of my hands.
i wonder why this could happen again
when i thought this time
i'll celebrate.
i know God never fails
but in this dilemma i'm in,
i feel like He has abandoned me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem