Thinking about the idea
I don’t know if it is in my mind or here
Living with me, she is right here
In this room sleeping on the sofa:
“Oh my dear, just have a rest
Go to bed and be released “
She doesn’t know that I’m sitting here,
Thinking about her, gazing at her
She looks tired, as she put on her shoulders
Some heavy responsibilities.
Thinking about the idea
And now I do know that she is right here
Beside me, supporting me, thinking about me
Always here near me, just like a guarding angel
Flying, singing the song of peace,
She is greater, she is my goddess of wisdom
She inspires me, she gives me
The charge to challenge the cruelty of this world
Only with her peaceful word
She remains always my guarding angel
who devoted her life to me and
Who took care of me, until
I’m now sitting on this chair
Writing a poem about here
Thanking her for her
Prudence, tolerance and kindness.
By: YOSRA BAIDI
At: 18/08/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yosra, this is beautiful. You have great wisdom.