Walk to the home

Veiled I walk, the streets that lead

To my home, I go, The home I need

The home where everyone already left

I am alone, I am bereft

Still, for my youngest, I must go

He is so young, so alone!

Hurry!!! I spare a stray thought to my eldest

He is braving the cold, the desert dearest!

He is walking lands where he could be shot.

And I walked here, head held high, as high as they let a woman hold

For my son there, miles away, is a hero

I used to get letters, I don’t anymore

They say, they talk, they mock, they kill me inside

With all the stories about him

He isn’t killed, he can’t kill, he won’t die

Not without saying goodbye.

Hurry! My little one is now eating the ashes from the stove

Good heavens! You are just like your brother!

12238317_1702065686691186_2138461897837415432_o.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s