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.
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