Where The Impossible is Possible

 “Do you know where the good souls go?”

I asked.

“Well yes,” 

Answered he,

“To an endless paradise, 

Where the sun never fades

Where the darkness never creeps,

Where the crops never die,

Where the homeless have homes,

Where the starving never starve again,

Where the poor are rich, 

Where the sad are happy,

Where all impossible, is possible,”

….. I ask after a while,

“But where is this endless paradise you speak of.”

But he didn’t say a word,

For he raised up a wrinkled hand up to the sky,

One last time,

Before he rests into an endless sleep.

~ RANIA KATORGI 18/2/2016

The Son’s Timeline

“Come on baby! You can do it!”

The child laughed full of joy at the voice of his mother.

The mother looked down at her child,

His first steps. 

Her joy was unexplainable.

Behind her was the father,

Camera in hand 

Ready to capture one of his son’s very first moves.

 

Mother was trying to keep in her tears.

Son, couldn’t wait to experience His first day of school.

“Don’t cry mama I’m a big guy!”

Father laughed along with mother 

Sending their son away to school, 

Mother spoke

“You be a good boy, alright?”

“Mom! You’re embarrassing me” 

Son whispered-shouted.

Mother only continued to shower her son with kisses.

“That’s enough honey, leave the boy alone”

Father laughed holding back tears of joy.

Mother stood up and adjusted son’s graduation cap.

“You be a good guy, alright?”

“Our son is getting married!”

Mother squealed as she ran through the house.

Father stood up as mother engulfed him. 

Son was laughing on the open line,

His mother forgot open when she was jumping with joy.

“You be a good husband, alright?”

A tear slipped down son’s eye,

As he held his new born child for the first time.

Mother clapped and cried for the new born.

Father was inside, checking on the new born’s mom.

“You be a good father, alright?”

Son ran through the hospital,

Checking the rooms,

Of which his parents lay.

No time to cry 

For he has to be strong.

Doctors, with grief written all over their faces,

Faced son. 

He didn’t need an explanation 

He dropped down to his knees sobbing into his palms.

A nurse tapped his shoulder,

“Mr. Your dear mother left this for you.” 

Trembling he thanked the nurse and took the slip of paper.

You be good son, alright?




RANIA KATORGI ~ 28/2/2016