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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Never

I found this poem hiding between old pics of my cats. What was it doing there I have no idea, but I though I'll put it here. This poem is about 18-20 years old. It still holds truth to this day.



Never

           A look filled with anger
               A look filled with hatred
                    for the hand that pulled the trigger



The mother's cry
     The orphan's tear
          The widow, the widower, alone at night


           The killer smiles
                A duty accomplished
                     He'll never be human again



          A human, living
               to become animal
          Another, born
               to die too soon



A leader, a general
     a president, all cowards
People, like herds,
     following, no aim



           A war, to shred
               families apart
           A brother, to kill
                a brother once loved



                     They have no shame
                          for they have no pride.
                      A gun, a bomb
                          ruling, forever



                                A life, a treasure
                                     too cheaply ended
                                The price for a heart to stop?
                                           - less than a fiver
               
                                  - a bullet



On a television screen
                    a woman
                          shrieking
There, on the scene.
                    this woman
                         is dying
                              - live



           Bricks and stones,
               furniture, scattered on the street
           it is hard to believe
               someone lived here
                         - another
                                   still
                                       does



                     The head of a doll
                          a baby's chair
                               a father looking
                                    for his daughter's
                     corpse



           Mothers weeping
               Orphans screaming
                    Widows, widowers



All
   alone
      forever with their memories
   tearing,
      cutting
         sawing
           through
      their hearts.



          Will they someday,
                               somehow,
                                   forget
                                        forgive
                                 that hand
                                    that killed
                        a loved one?



Is it - ever - possible...
          they say it is
              - the leaders
              - the generals
              - the presidents
     ignorants



         but,
             Is it - ever - possible
                   to understand
                    to comprehend
                how
                   she - once a mother
                     he - once a father
                  they - once a family
                                    now
                                        lost
                                            unable
                                                    to understand
                                                              their loss
                                          feel?



      Is it - ever - possible
      to predict what will happen?



Is it - ever - possible
     to believe
          that peace
              might
                            simply be
                                       a
                                          dream?

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Aidan finally gets a haircut




It sounded as if someone was being tortured, but that was just Aidan, getting a haircut! Except for a few long strands, he looks like a boy again!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Look at that Smile!!




This is little A, talking to brother "Dami" who is having the best time of his life in Cuba!!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Yes, we finally connected

My cell phone rang twice while I was sitting in the dentist - okay hygienist chair today - and I had a feeling, I just knew, that it was them. No message, but after I got home, there were three missed call, and one voice mail of Tamer telling me that Damian wanted to speak to his mommy. Clutching my cell phone with me wherever I went, i waited, hoping to hear back from them.

I finally check my email:
"Hi Honey,
my cell phone does not work here, but we are having a great time.
we went surfing, Damian went sailing and we have been spending every minute either on the beach which is beautiful or the pool. do not worry, i am putting sun screen. we tried to call you but you are not answering the home phone or your cell. Damian just left me to go to the kids club. we are going to call you later so please answer the phone. Damian wanted to say hi and talk to mommy. love you and miss you.
Tamer"


So I waited, and they finally called back :-)
They sounded so happy, and Damian told me how, he went to the pool, then he went to the beach, then he went to the pool, then he went to the Mini Kids Club... My precious boy. He wanted to speak with Aidan, and I had to say no!
-"Damian honey, I can't, he will cry! He's been asking about you. "We go down see my Dami? Dami sleeping?" And when I say, no baby, Damian is not here, he starts crying."
I could tell that Damian was disappointed for not being able to speak with his brother. Maybe, next time, I'll let him :-) And then deal with Aidan's tantrum....

After he put me back on the phone with daddy, he adds: Tell Aidan I love him...

Such a sweetheart.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

On their Way to Cuba




Early this morning, I drove my baby - hey, he’s still my baby, so what he’s seven?! - to the airport. They’re going to Cuba for spring break, for surf, for sun, and for some quality bonding time (as if their private Sunday brunches are not enough).

Damian is so excited, it makes my heart melt, and daddy is as - if not more - excited than he is. I envy their time together, yet I am so proud of them! I just wish I had my camera with me to have taken a picture of them, as they were walking together through the doors of the airport.

See you in a week! And Damian, I promise that I will try my best not to cry :-) I miss you so much already though!