A Black Round Table Poem by Osama Aldeyasty

A Black Round Table



A black round table, with glass in the middle.
He used it to eat or write or even to solve a riddle.
A five-year boy, so young and happy inside.
A very beautiful lady, sitting by his side.
She's holding his hand, guiding his pencil, with a loving touch.
She's looking at him: I love you dear, I love you so much.
Teach me mama …
Teach me how to feel, teach me how to love.
Teach me to be real, but take my hopes above.
Hold your pencil dear … easy not so tight.
Write smile dear … you make my life so bright.
Draw a flower dear … draw a loving heart.
Read the letters dear … I want you to be smart.
A, B, C … 1,2,3.
Come closer dear … come to me.
I still remember, as I grow older,
The black round table, with glass in the middle.
A grown up man, old and happy inside.
A very beautiful old lady, sitting by his side.


* Dedication *
With love to the one who taught me how to read, how to write, how to feel, how to love, and how to think. To the most wonderful woman I have ever met.To my mother.


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