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Blue to gold
Gold to red
Red darkens
Black.

Specks of light
One by one
Filling my
View.

Low glow east
Full moon rise
Smiling at
Me.

I smile back.
Wooden mats...
Wind...
And full of bright spots...
Noon,
I'll watch you eating lunch
I'll get you lemon juice...
In the garden,
I've planted Rose flowers
for حیاة🌸
Sunshine...
Green leaves...
And the shining of a color...
I sewed my child's dress...
Your body dancing...
your body has the swallows...
And grapes...
You have not drunk milk
from my *******...
and your balloons
remain in my childhood...
In the spring,
the femininity of my womb,
full of apple blossoms
and زهر الربیع *
Its cranes flying
To your palm trees...
And my ears are in the sky...
زهرالربیع = primrose flowers
Chinese flute = The song I play for him every night
The owl outside my window
Doesn’t hoot
He screams
Which sends me running
No, tiptoeing
Through dark rooms
Until
Into your doorframe
I lean

Father is snoring loudly
I shan’t wake him
Instead I silently
Crouch then crawl
To your side
Sweet mother

Your sleeping breath
I observe
Then my finger
Softly taps
Your slumbering arm
As you
Wake gently
To shield me
From harm

Your kind eyes open
And quietly
Slip out of bed
To lovingly take my hand
As we walk
Through dark places
Until
Resting my head
Upon the pillow
You hush the owl’s bellow

Curled up by my side
To cradle and comfort
Panic retreats as
You usher in
Peaceful sleeps

This selfless act
Is repeated
For years

Through every dark room
You guided me
And erased my fear
I see this now
And eternally
Feel you near
As a child I would wake almost every night full of fear /// My mother would soothe me back to sleep every…single…time
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