His Youngest

two wives
and five children
he embraces the Koran
his education
and religion and his peers
and forefathers
crowding inside his mind

at the airport he looks at
his youngest daughter
playing with a toy
puppy

tears fall from his eyes
for yesterday
if it were not for a little delay
of the car
he would have been included in that convoy
that met the
horrible massacre

blessings in disguise
he kisses his youngest daughter
his time has not arrived yet
he has things to do yet

always now to love
and to love always more

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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