I want the happy smiles I used to share
When I made you proud and your hand
Would rest on my shoulder, like love
Glowing into me, my eyes full moon.
There will always be a song for you,
Baba, I’ll sing it in my waking breathe
And cry it in the tears of my prayers
It’ll beat in my heart when we meet again.
And mama, I want to show you what I am
What I’ve become. I hold the sun in my chest
And your love in the glisten of my eye
I pray I can grow and be with someone like you.
Maybe you’ll see me, in my straight black suit.
Your face engraved in me, your Libyan ways;
And at that moment I’ll wish you by my side
But I know your standing there, watching me.
And when my child opens her eyes and sees
This free city, you liberated with your souls
From her first smile, her first cry I will know,
You are here with us, sharing your moment.
The photo I took from another blogger, elghazal. Beautiful portrayal of a child’s traumatic experience. As oxymoronic as that sounds…