I Do Not Think

I do not think about the deaths in Iraq,
I do not think about the anguish in the Levantine,
I do not think about the persecutions in Iran,
I do not think about the grays and the blacks.

All I think about is when you awaken to the day
with the happy smile of childhood
that is reserved just for me
only to find I am not there.
What betrayal shall touch your heart
when you discover that mama is back to school?

I will miss you today, my angel,
tomorrow, and every day,
that I will be spending with the books
and not covered with your laughter and hugs
which give my heart its reason to beat.

I want to cover you
with my butterfly kisses but...

You are asleep...