I get my daughter ready for bed. I change her diaper, Put her in a fuzzy and warm sleeper, Brush her teeth while singing her the ABC’s. I let her pick out her bedtime story, Her favorite? Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? She excitedly points out the animals’ Eyes, tail, fur, or wings. I kiss her goodnight. I tuck her in tight.
I try to imagine being you, But I cannot for too long. A mother just like me, Living in Palestine. Your own mother long gone, Wearing her old house-key around your neck. Your own child in your arms, As you rock and rock Such a small body that doesn’t breathe. I try to imagine saying goodnight For the last time.
I do not know your name, But I do know you. I can feel you. Your pain. Your anguish. Your rage. Your want to ruin the world For letting this happen.