Mahad H.

In My Mother’s Shoes...

I am my mother, Adiba

I wonder when Mahad and Amitra will be home

I hear them coming

I see their hands behind their backs holding a present

I want to keep these memories

I am their friend

I pretend they are still babies

I feel the memories in my heart

I touch their heads

I understand that is the past

I say, “They are my friends.”

I dream of a good future for them