Poetry for Palestina : From the Diary of an Almost 4-Year Old By Hanan Mikhael Ashrawi

Tomorrow the bandages will come off,I wonder,

will I see half an oven? Half an apple?
Half my mother's face with my one remaining eye?
I did not see the bulletBut felt its pain exploding in my head.his image did not disintegrate.
The soldier with his big gun and steady hands.And the look in his eyes I could not understand.
I can see him so clearly with my eyes closed,It could be that inside our heads.
We each have one spare set of eyesTo make up for the ones we lose.
Next month, on my birthday,I'll have a brand new glass eyeMaybe things will look round and fat at the middle.
I gaze through all my marbles,They make the world look strange.
I hear a nine-month-old has also lost an eye,I wonder if my soldier shot her too,A soldier looking for little girls who look him in the eye.
I'm old enough, almost four,I've seen enough of lifeBut she's just a babyWho didn't know any better
Source : my friend computer..

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Poems About Smiles

Smile
The young woman smiled at him
The sorrowful man felt better

The smile reminded him an old friend
then he wrote him a letter

The friend was so pleased with the letter
That he left a large tip after lunch

The waiter got surprised by the number of the trip
Gave part to a beggar on the street

The beggar was grateful
For two days he'd had nothing to eat

On the way , he picked up shivering cat
Cover it with his coat and fed it

The cat was very grateful
To be in out of the storm

In the middle of the night...
The house where they stoke shelter caught on fire
The cat mewed desperately

the whole household woke up because of the noise
And as a result, they were safe from harm

one of them was a smart little boy
He grew up Tobe president

All this was started from a simple smile
that hadn't cost a cent

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