Bilal

Dear, Bilal
My beloved son
I named you after a keepsake
I could not keep.
A man,
So beloved to me
I am sure I loved him several life times.

A man,
You do not know
But rightfully should have been your father.
If destiny
and her sister fate
Weren’t so cruel and unkind to me.

He was simple
Nomadic as can be
Soft spoken
Yet openly compelling
Smile so captivating
Imprisoning my soul
Several life times over

Often,
When I hold you
I strongly feel him
As if he’s been reincarnated within you
Giving me back
The chance I was cheated
To love him adequately.

So I hug you
As tightly as I would have him
And shower you with kisses
One for each days his been gone
And I clebrate you
The same way I still celebrate him
Praying
You embody
Te same honorable fabric
So deeply embedded in him

A man,
You do not know
But rightfully should have been your father.
If destiny
and her sister fate
Weren’t so cruel and unkind to me.

Hayat Magan aka Twisted Elegance
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