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Apr 2017
Clothes, not bluer than your soul.
Soul, as blurry as your eyes.
Fears…
Worries…
About your child…
Son…
As innocent as snow…
In the earliest morrow…

Sighs…

How much did you wipe today
With a big piece of your heart,
Through the challenges of his life…?

How much did you whip today
With long echoes from the past
Your scared back with more remorse…?

How much did you add today
From the pure drops of your love
When you early warmed his meal
Raising him healthy and strong…?

How much did you think last night,
Of the events of his day,
And the games he used to play
Of the quarrels with his friend,
And the absence of his dad...?

What will he do to survive…?
Will he be happy and fine?
Will he smile and learn and thrive?
Know what to do with his life?
Could you worry even more?

How much did you safe today?
How much did you self-deprive?
How much did you sleep at night,
Since you’re working all time?
Is something left for yourself?
How are you dealing with pain?

*Angles of all heavens..
Flowers of all gardens..
Jewels of all shops…
All goodness in all lives…
Don’t come even close to
Offsetting sacrifice
Of Motherhood!
To all single moms out there...
Jawad
Written by
Jawad  40/M/Iraq
(40/M/Iraq)   
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