You'Re My Dear Poem by Hossam Bounab

I like the sound of that words in my ears

I like it when it chase away all my fears

I like when you say it, thus I know you're near

So, say it mother, 'you're my son and my dear'



I feel so good, when that words tickle my soul

It's like a flood drowning me down when I'm fool

my childhood, and my soul push me to pule

Then you smile, with face like a placid pool



I'm so afraid, cuz time is running so fast

Although I made what broke you down in my past

You still indeed, want me and forget the rest

That's why I need you and be your best harvest

...

to my dearest mother...I love you!