He cries silently
His tears watering
the moist soil
where a part of him
lies buried
I shiver from the rain
of his tears
as they dropp to the ground
A sadness assails me
as he reads from the Quran
Down on his knees,
he sinks his fingers
into the cold damp soil
Deep in the ground
a father reaches for his son
I weep softly for them;
for the pain they endured
for the hands unreachable
and for the love between
a father and his son
Together, we plant
roses and tears
He whispers softly
through a cloud of hurt,
I miss you dad...
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