The Refugee

I grew up next to you like the ivy embroidered to a tree
Boy grown to man I thought you dead or disappeared
your beautiful yet broken hands or
your toe nails torn away amidst silent cries

you promised forever. You promised to be there with me.
Instead I had to imagine you lost in a nameless grave or your bones scattered in the middle of the desert of our beautiful beloved land

I remembered you when surrounded with foreign smells and rackety noises
When in despair alone with my child I remembered you
Missing your slender presence as I silently walk
I Imagine you by my side coming back from work
relaxing in silence your tired eyes telling me all about your day your month your life
while I whisper words for you to the wind trying not to say good night

As I look my now tired skin and walk with a frail step
I see the girl grown to woman and I remember you still.
You promised forever. But you were not there for me.

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