A poem given to me after you passed away from Uncle Dai and Aunty Pauline 'Goodnight' I can't reach out to comfort you or hold your tiny hand The precious dreams I held Can't be fulfilled the way I planned Sometimes I say a little prayer In hope prehaps I might Have one last chance to tuck you in Before I say goodnight So much I would have shared with you But as we had to part there's just an empty silence Echoes in my broken heart