Sunday, March 9, 2008

'Warm Winter'

She was a new born girl of just twenty days,

Who went back to heaven;

Didn't get the chance to stay.

He was a little school boy crossing the street

As he passed the rubble

Of where his neighbor's house used to be.

He was a boy mixed up in his head,

So he tried to make shapes

With the bullet holes in the wall next to his bed.

She was a woman trying to be a mother,

But how can she?

When she just lost another.

He was a young man gone because of loyalty

For the place he was raised in,

And it all came at the expense of his family.

He was an old man walking through the door

Unto his three grandchildren,

Who were orphaned because of war.

But He and she and they

Never asked for it to be this way.

But that’s what they got,

Yet the world lives everyday.

They gave them a 'warm winter,'

Or that's what they say.

But no one tries to see,

Because no one wants to hear

That no one was never told,

That a winter is better left cold.


Anonymous said...

gameel geddan ya Maram. Keep it up.
The father of the bride

أبو نضال said...

A really nice much beauty yet very simple words...moreover very deep and that's a true gift :)

Anonymous said...

the picture says it all!you sound as if you were made my heart heavy,very vivid..ommy:(

Asmaa said...

this is really good Maram! I am very impressed keep up with your writings I am eager to read more!

Anonymous said...

Nothing new !

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i like your blog :) thank you