Genre: Kids, Life,Death, Family, Fear, War
LETTER FROM A SYRIAN CHILD TO HIS MOTHER
by Valentina Meloni
Mom, you never told me
that you can die even breathing
I believed that to die
it would take a wound,
a crack from which life
could come out along with the blood …
Mom, you never told me
that you can die playing
among the stones and the dust
of the road who saw me run.
You never told me
you’d greeted me from so far away
and that, crying, your soul
would come to claim me.
Mom, you never told me
that you can die breathing in a dream,
that the air can also be a poison.
You told me not
I’d be an angel of glass,
asleep, in a white shroud.
Mom you never told me
the death would make me bright and beautiful
sweeping away the fear of bombs.
Mom … however,
I could not tell you yesterday,
while I was playing with the death
how much I loved you and wanted you well.
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