When my grandfather died, 
I cryed and cryed, 
I never knew him never even met him, 
So many things ill never get to say to him, 
i will never know him, 
But i know he is my angle now, 
I always feel someones presents but no one is there, 
I never will say the things i want to tell him, 
But i always feel safe, 
That is under my sarrow,                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
I feel bad for you! ! D: