Qaseem Poetry

Tonight I watched my son as he slept
So angelic and calm
Not weighted with the troubles of the world
Not trying to find or keep a job in these tough times
Not having to stretch a paycheck or keep food on the table
Not caring about the color of his playmates
Or the religion they are being raised in
Not knowing hate or cruelty
But only having love and kindness for everyone he meets
I look at my son lying in his bed
And I am filled with warmth and hope
For a world that is so lacking in both
Then pray that he never grows old
And forgets the sublime knowledge he has today

Poet: Robert G Collins