Blues Of An Eleven Year Old Poem by Kamran Qureshi

I wonder how it was for her
To be with you.
And I wonder very often
What it is like - to be you.
I am familiar with this vessel
That contains your soul,
And like a devout worshiper,
I have drunk from this bowl.
I can tell the jagged edges
From the smooth ends.
The colors to the contour,
Each curve, every bend.
I have been close enough, thank you,
And yet something won't show.
It is not easy for any of us,
But please -- this I have to know.
''Papa…
Why did mama leave us? ''