Poetry

My son is beautiful
My son is a hero
And the dictator envies heroes
My son is a hero
He is my love
The light of my eyes
My soul
A woman walks around
Showing her son to them
Whose eyes are fixed on the ground
In her arms, her son is sleeping
Laughing
In a picture frame

Poet: Maram al-Masri [Syria, 1962]

A nurse who is interested in poetry and literature and works in the field of yoga and meditation 🤍 🧘🏻‍♂️☕️📚

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