Monday, April 04, 2011

Birthday Gift

Today, I turn twenty-three
My only wish, is for you to hug me

Feel your kisses on my face
As we warmly embrace.

This wish will not come true
For I can’t physically be with you.

So blow me kisses up to the sky
One by one, let them fly.

I’ll catch each kiss wrapped with love
As it reaches the skies above.

Mom, this birthday gift is all I need
As from material things, I’m now freed

My love to you and to everyone
Who observes this day since I was gone.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

في هذا اليوم الخاص بك وبإهلك الاعزاء نفتقدك معهم . رحمة الله عليك ايتها الغاليه والصبر لإهلك الاحباء
بتي