(KHALIFAH Magazine, 11th Edition, 2009 (inspired by Kahlil Gibran))
Our children…are indeed, none of ours.
They are children of life who miss themselves.
They were born through us, yet are obviously not us.
Though they are with us, but they never belong to us.
To them we pour our whole love, but we never be able to pour our minds into them.
They may listen to our words, yet they have their own set of plan.
We certainly keep them in our lovely house, but their soul are living in the future house we can’t ever meet.
We may live to be them, just in our dreams, but we are strictly away from being able to set them to be us,
as life never turns back…it moves on…