Beirut – 14th August 2006
In days to come I may grow older
learn to speak the names for anger, fear, forgiveness
learn to speak the names for anger, fear, forgiveness
but these days all I know is how my mother often
holds my face so tight against her that I feel
holds my face so tight against her that I feel
the tremors of her heartbeat pumping through my veins.
The smell of her blood will never leave me.
The smell of her blood will never leave me.
Take your picture now
then tell me why I have been saved.
then tell me why I have been saved.
© Seni Seneviratne
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