red toy car
Remember when his fingers guided you up the wooden bridge. His eyes watched you slide down. His hands caught you on the other end of the bridge. And carried you back up again and again and again.
Please be easy on him now.
He is still only a boy, only taller. And you are still his red toy car, only bigger.
Beautiful – it touched my heart! I will make it read to my brothers, I am sure they will love it.
With love,
-Naima.
Surprising tender poem, Besma!