Faleeha

Written by: JoanMarie Peranteau

My dear sister from another land
let me take you by your hand

I'll be your compass, your GPS
Navigate you through this wilderness
I'll be your lamp that shines bright
to guide you through this darkness
Please don't fret, you will be alright

I'll be your horn, your mouthpiece
for the times when you can't speak
I'll be your earphones, your hearing aide
for the times when you can't hear
Please don't fret, you will be okay

I'll be your covering, your shield
against any daggers some may wield
I'll be your warmth from the summer's sun
when you feel the frigid cold from this land
Please don't fret, your day will come

I'll be your cool drink from the winter waters
when your soul is parched from the cruel mutters
I'll be your skin bottle, your delicate cloth
to gently catch the many tears you may shed
Please don't fret, trust that all is not lost

Oh my dear sister from another land
please let me take you buy your hand 


Written by Joan Marie Peranteau 1/9/2013, Dedicated to Faleeha Hassan