De dag breekt later aan.
Dan dat ik deed verlangen.
De koffie staat koud te worden.
Net zoals de stenen in mijn tuin.
Grillig in alle staten.
Ik mis de zon in mijn huis.
De zomer van al mijn dagen.
Ik zal eens roepen.
Misschien dat hij op wilt staan.
My Son
I write chapters about my son.
That I see the extraordinary beautiful person he is and who he will become.
I write how he handles everything.
How he thrives.
Having the world at his feet.
That he is larger than life.
M.P.Yasmine
Meteor shower
”Watching shooting stars with my son in the middle of the night.
Whispering about them and life.
To me, is life.”
M.P.Yasmine
My Son
Teenage cravings call.
Go on my sweet boy.
I am here when you fall.
No matter which direction you will walk into.
Go on my beloved boy.
I am right beside you.
Explore the beautiful unknown.
Go on my strong boy.
You will never be alone.