Mother you sit there, your head hung in sorrow
No food in your belly and no plans for tomorrow
Youve lost a child so sick and in pain
Sobbing and thinking all with no gain
Yaseen our tenent of heaven above
A baby so ill with a heart full of love
His little blue hand that that would rest on your breast
He'd struggle to breath,you'd be stroking his chest
His cold little lips that shook in struggle all day
We'd try to comfort his soul in every way
Six months he stayed,appointment in heaven delayed
Smiling through hurt as we prayed and we prayed
His illness known as the severe form of downs
Changed all smiles into sadened frowns
Almighty God had better plans for Yaseen
And replaced his struggle with a world unseen
Now rest in peace little sunshine your free
Remember our love, soon with you we'll be.