by Seni Seneviratne
Beirut – 14th August 2006
In days to come I may grow older
learn to speak the names for anger, fear, forgiveness
but these days all I know is how my mother often
holds my face so tight against her that I feel
the tremors of her heartbeat pumping through my veins.
The smell of her blood will never leave me.
Take your picture now
then tell me why I have been saved.