Poem

Each time I go to the cemetery

I look sad, and think too much of what is going to happen

I am worrying a lot about how my life will become without your company

I think of the times, the days, the years I spent with you

I am now alone, all by myself and trying to comfort myself, live my life by writing my thoughts in a diary

This is my intimate diary, the diary that has a collection of all my stories with my family, especially my lost family members that were dear to me and to my father, and my sister

These family members could have lived longer than now

The cause of their death is due to diseases, accidents on the road

Regrets to all these people who passed away.