Why did you do this to Aryan and to me br Just yesterday we were one happy family br Then almost suddenly br God decided that you had leave us and flee br Neither He nor you seemed to care br That without you br Our hearth and home would be bare br Why were you in such a mighty hurry br To abandon our young son and me br You left, behind, for us, just the key br To the remains of your inert body br I looked into little Aryan's eyes br To comfort him as he silently cries br He knows not that you are gone forever br He weeps because you do not answer br I tell him that you have become a star br And that you will always watch over us, from afar br br (a poem dedicated to a young colleague who lost her husband last week)br br Sandra Martyresbr br