For the boy who smiled

by Makola

Brave. Honest. Kind. Hardworking.

Are these enough words to tell me what you were.. no, what you are child?

I promised I would keep it together, swore I would not cry, not now, not here,

but here I am, dear boy, writing to you.

Here because I have some strength in me which Allah wants me to find.

Here because I can bear it a bit longer.

Here because I cannot leave like this, not now, not here.

Replace the Is with yous, replace the mes with us and then tell me what you find. You left, it was a transition you said, and that we will meet again.

You know what? I hope that is soon.

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