As a Firefighter Is My MotherA Poem by abderrahmane dakir
She might climb my ladder, To fight my fire by water.
Her life is burning in my upbringing, How many gifts I should have given.
Her joy strengthens my body to stand, For kissing her forehead, feet, and hand.
Her sight is shining brightly as a sun ray, That can guide me when I was astray.
Her voice is calling me sweetly to say, "Take care of yourself, are you ok?".
As a firefighter is my mother, She might climb my ladder, To fight my fire by water. © 2016 abderrahmane dakir |
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