Bold as brass
Etched by time
Years gone by
Waiting and waiting
Not worked for sixty three
Nowhere to turn
In wood or in steel
Yet treasured by family
Unlocking stories
Children’s laughter
In olive groves
Distant memories
Handed down
Generations three
My right
My return
My destiny
picture courtesy of Rula Nad
~ by Robby Martin
Your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding.
beautiful words
keep it coming bro <3
Posted by elghinwa | October 17, 2011, 10:39 pmThanks Sis <3
Posted by Robby Martin | October 17, 2011, 10:47 pmGreat poem dear!
Infinite blessings to you**
Posted by Rula Nad | October 18, 2011, 6:44 amThank you Rula and thank you for the picture.
Posted by Robby Martin | October 29, 2011, 4:00 pmRula, pls get in touch with me. Thanks. Ibrahim M.
Posted by Ibrahim m | January 20, 2012, 11:55 am