By Randah R. Hamadeh -

As the year comes to an end
And everyone has greetings to send
And reserves a place for the New Year to spend
I put a smile on my face and pretend
That I am okay as no one can fully comprehend
My heartache, neither a relative nor friend
Forgive me loved ones, I do not mean to offend
But my wounds will never mend
Since my grief and my blood blend
I wish I could my history amend
And the movement of time suspend
Not having to face another year end

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2008, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)