I was little Milica, that took a nap in mother's arms, and woke up in heaven (PHOTO)

Everybody should read the song of Dobrica Eric, he dedicated the rhymes to little Milica Rakic from Batajnica and to all children killed in NATO bombing

Dobrica Eric, our famous poet, wrote a song "Mister, i am looking at you from heavens", in memory of Milica Rakic and all children killed in NATO bombing in 1999.

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Dobrica was born in 1936 in the village Donja Crnuca in Gornja Gruza near Gornji Milanovac. He writes poetry and prose, poems for children, is working in a number of newspapers and magazines and often recites his poems in various occasions.

He published his first collection of poems in 1959, and he has more than hundred books of poetry, prose, anthologies, picture books... His poems entered textbooks, anthologies, readings. Many composers wrote music to them.

Everybody should read the song he dedicated to little Milica Rakic from Batajnica and to all children killed in NATO bombing.

Milica was just three years old when shrapnels killed her while she was in the bathroom during NATO bombing.

During 78 days of bombing, NATO projectiles killed 79 children. The youngest was Bojana Tosovic who was only 11 months old when she died while her father was hugging her.

This song reminds us to never forget, and never to repeat such tragedy! 

MISTER, I AM WATCHING YOU FROM HEAVENS

Mister, I am watching you from heavens

And i see you as a picture

Mister, i am that flower-baby

You picked up in Batajnica.

I was that little

Milica, that took a nap

In mother's arms

And woke up in heaven.

I am no longer that rosy poppy

But white little angel of that poppy

Looking at her dearest from the heaven

and sees you... and your hands.

My dad is now shaving

And my mom is ironing diapers

I see them and i am sorry

That they don't see me.

There is my pink potty

And the doll that smiled at me

When your evil birds came

And took me away from my mom.

Then i climbed here

With some children unknown

But i would love even more

If i was down, with mom and dad.

Let me say just this more

And then go and forget about me

Mom will give birth again

And she will give me more beautiful name!

(Telegraf.co.uk / Tanjug)