Here It Is My Son

Now that you grow, seed
That’s just planted
And left In the dessert of life,
Feel the calmness
Of the morning come.
How many sunset and sunrise
Comes and goes
That your needs
Are rooted in my tears.
Now that my sun
Is in the west, I’m repeating,
My son, don’t ever create a fire
That will burn the tree
Of your identity
Rather, accepts the truth.
Tell him: “There’s smile
In the lips of my mother
Before she left me…”
My son, be a man!

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