My Living Breathing Poem

“I’m reading your poems, Mama” She wrote while we were chatting online today I was thrilled What could give me more joy Than to have my 19 year old My only child, the light of my life Read my work? Then she typed……. “I read it, Mama The poem you wrote about Daddy, ‘He comes looking for me’ It’s so pretty, Mama….I cried” A warm feeling came over me Joy….. Yes, joy!!! Joy that my words had moved Shereen Or...or was it because she loved her daddy so much? “He didn't blink an eyelid when I told him,” I grumbled. “I know, Mama! He isn't emotional Be patient with him, be patient.” I smiled How she loved and defended him He had just returned from Cyprus Where he had spent several days with her I could not go My teaching schedule always clashing With our plans to be together as a family Not emotional? If she could only understand He had cried on his way to the airport My husband... The man who never cries Who doesn't show his feelings… He cried remembering their goodbye After having given her a last hug Right outside her small rented flat He was surprised to find her on the street She had rushed down after him And there she was Flagging down The borrowed car he was driving Waiting…wanting One more hug from Daddy The big college girl Living away from home In her own little studio apartment There she was Standing in the cold Wanting yet one more hug.... From her daddy He cried She cried How she loves him This man whose genes Seem to have dominated over mine In creating this living beauty... Her curly hair Her complexion Her height Her beautiful shapely body It seems that she got everything from him But wait…..then again She got my heart My love of music My depth of emotions The luxuriant thickness of her hair YES! I MUST and WILL take credit for that She inherited my love for writing She already has a poem published My little girl My 19 year old baby Who reads my work And sheds tears She is my living breathing poem The best of who I am And what I have to offer The best of my love My greatest accomplishment My daughter…. Shereen Natalie Ghali My legacy to the world Eileen Manassian Ghali PS......if you want an idea of Shereen's writing ability, then look up the poem she wrote for me on my birthday...It's entitled...The Month of May- My Daughter's Tribute.