In Memory of Reema Samaha
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July 17, 2007 - 09:32 AM Shaila Abdullah - shailaabdullah@gmail.com I wrote a poem for Reema's family: Little Victim Now that the sun has set I gather all my wishes in a bowl Absently I watch the bubbles burst Each one a dear wish Never to be fulfilled I wished you would touch the stars one day The studded sky your dance floor I wanted to watch you twirl I wanted to see you soar Now the moon kisses your forehead You move on the clouds For you the sky sings For you the rain drums on the ground You dreamed one night That a thief stole your dancing shoes I was angry then At the dream and the unknown thief You did not see it coming The voices, the shouts of the fallen and those who rose You didn’t because you were long gone I could not be your savior You could not be a survivor I place a rose on the earth above you Let not the thorn prick your fingers Dance where you may; laugh endlessly And when you can, remember a moment in time When you feet did not touch the ground and in twirling, you forgot the world around you IP : 198.214.141.186 |