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Shahana Huq Poem
My mother is an oak tree.
I sleep beneath her sunlit arms,
My skin dappled with light.
I know she is my mother because she is warmth.
I have never known a warmth like this,
sleepy and sunlit
How could I?
My mother is an oak tree.
Copyright © Shahana Huq | Year Posted 2026
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Shahana Huq Poem
You dream of her.
I listen to the soft sigh of your breath
You call out her name
I do not protest.
I pack my things that night
I slip away
I see you once, years later
At the grocery store
Carrying bags of bread and milk
You are happy now
Wife and two kids.
You ask about my dreams
I smile and tell you I want to buy a truck
I do not tell you the truth
You see, in my dreams,
Your children have my eyes
Copyright © Shahana Huq | Year Posted 2026
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Shahana Huq Poem
I feel so still right now
Still I am lying here
Still to be one
Still to be with you
Copyright © Shahana Huq | Year Posted 2026
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Shahana Huq Poem
I am doing better.
I see my friends, I cook.
I laugh, I talk.
Must I always feel like this?
Alone and restless
In the dark hours of the morning
Copyright © Shahana Huq | Year Posted 2026
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Shahana Huq Poem
You dream of her.
I listen to the soft sigh of your breath
You call out her name
I do not protest.
I pack my things that night
Quietly slip away
I see you once, years later
At the grocery store
Carrying bags of bread and milk
You are happy now
Wife and two kids.
You ask about my dreams
I smile and tell you I want to buy a truck
I do not tell you the truth
You see, in my dreams,
Your children have my eyes
Copyright © Shahana Huq | Year Posted 2026
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