It Is Not Only Me
it is not only me
who by the magic
of poetry
has felt
the softness
of hand
caressing
my hair
the wonder
of a mother
singing
a lullaby
as i sleep
like a baby
in her bosom
it is also
you Habib and the rest
the one
who jots down
on paper
her sorrow
her tension
it is not only us
but also them, and you too who reads
this poem
the one
who calls the soul
into
poetry weaving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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