Road Poem by Hoda Ablan

Road



Barefoot, they run from their past
from hands waving behind a heavy wall
and trembling mothers who anoint themselves with a final tear
They dream
of garlands the earth will weave from the threads of their sweat . . .
and a road paved by God . . .
which no ghosts can close.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: road
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success