It was month of march when it started,
I was trembling in fear what happened the next day,
You were at the hospital bed,
Thinking how to step out and be ok!
I stared at your pucker face,
It seems you wanna cry but you couldn't.

You asked me, "what things could I do now?",
I was crying, smiling and trembling,
I told you not to give up and trust God with this,
I hold your hands and gave you some advice,
It was a painful year, and tiring year,

Crying every night and praying for your recovery,
I did my best to look after you,
I'm sorry that you feel encumbrance,
I'm sorry when you shouted my name and I wasn't there,

I am very sorry when you felt so alone,
I am sorry when you felt that you don't have family,
I am sorry that you experience pain,
And now, I'm still praying that you are ok,

I maybe smiling ear to ear,
but remembering you, is my fear.
I love you my uncle,
I'm sorry, and we miss you so much.