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 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
Just Me R
When I was 10 feet tall
Tho I was small
Sitting on your shoulders
Seeing so far ahead
Hitting my head
On the doorframe
But felt no pain
Oh how we laughed and laughed and laughed
Coz you were my dad
And I sat
10 feet tall

(A good memory)
Silent touch
Sensual kisses
Rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes,

A mother sees only
perfection
Exquisiteness'
And beauty in her daughters life,

Her dainty fingers
Pretty dresses
And scenty hair like floral desire,

Her smile so fragile
So bright
Only leaves a mother mesmerized,

She starts walking
On her feet she runs
A mothers eyes travels around,

When she grows old
She may seem distant
But this doesn't take away all her love,

She grows majestic
Like a princess she moves out
Happily married and calms a mothers heart,

Till the day she lives
A mother has yet to see anything so divine than her daughter
That every time she sees her happy she spills tears in delight,

Nearing death
On the death bed she forces a smile
Just so she doesn't see her daughter cry,

The relationship with her daughter
Short and hasty
Only leaves good memories behind.
There's always a different kind of love and closeness with a daughter. Although both children either boy or girl are treated alike. But in my views once a daughter leaves her nest and moves into another, a part of her is left behind as a memory. She gets to change her lifestyle and her routine changes. But a mother always misses her daughter.
Then there is gender discrimination still in some areas. People prefer boys over girls. Guess they never tasted the charm of having a daughter around. I pity them !
Daughters are like jewels. They're precious. So people love your daughters. Don't neglect your sons but don't discriminate and differ btw a boy and a girl.
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
Torin
I had to die awhile
Sometimes
I had to let you go and hold you
I had to find and guide you
I've fought so many wars
I'll fight so many more
It was only salt and falling bombs
Spilling over the earth
The ground
The soil
My shield
My sword
I had to claim this shadow
As my own
They cling to the earth
like lichens
in deep meditation

Lophophora williamsii.
Fallen warriors sprinkled
throughout the blackbrush and mesquite
there in the valley of the Rio Grande.

They whisper to you
as you roam that arid slab of ground
and spin like Van Gogh
in the night sky
while you sleep.

They call you this way
and that
lead you in directions
you did not intend.

In the dry washes
beware
rattlesnakes wait in every thin patch
of shade

and at night
lightning switches the lights on
and off
and on again.

Once the spirit
of this unassuming succulent
enters into you
accepts you
uplifts you
the sky opens
and reveals the pulsing heart of
God's creation
speaking softly in tongues
heard only at the beginning.

It is glory then.
My love,
My lovely heart,
It's okay to feel broken,
It's okay.
Kensui my dear heart.
Kensui.

My love,
My lovely heart,
I know you're strong,
You are stronger than you think,
I know you are.
Kia Kaha my dear heart,
Kia Kaha

Be strong my lovely heart,
you are beautiful,
you have a lot of love,
you never know the real meaning of tired,
you never give up,
you are full of hope,
you will love them to eternity,
you, my heart, keep on beating,
keep on keeping me alive,
keep on the beautiful rhythm,
although sorrowfulness ambience interferes,
my heart, keep on playing the beautiful rhythms,
Akiramenaide my heart,
Akiramenai.

Oh my dear heart,
there are millions of mile of life to go through yet,
obstacles and hardship, those are the promises of God,
likewise pure bliss and eternal happiness, afterlife
we can't change that my dear heart, we can't,
but we can be strong,
Ganbatte my heart, Ganbatte.
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