Sometimes you look in your tape of past, and miss being a cute child. <br />Just remembering that, makes you feel as you're seeing the heavens after you were blind. <br />Remembering my dad pushing me while I was riding makes me feel out of my mind. <br />Remembering my sister hiding from me above the tree, and I got tired of find. <br /> <br /> <br />Remembering my father raising me up on his shoulders, to fly the kite. <br />Remembering, while me and my sister having the same toy, then we go in a fight, <br />then I get mad, and complain to my dad, suddenly I find in my hand a bite, <br />then I start crying, my dad suddenly come and hit me. Oh everything is white. <br /> <br /> <br />Remembering my dad taking me from my hand to learn me the Holy Qura'n. <br />Remembering, while me and my friends hanging the lanterns of Ramadan. <br />Remembering my dad be proud of me and taking me to the job by his van. <br />Remembering my Mum making a cup cake even if I get older and be a man. <br /> <br />Memories just when I remeber it, I feel that I'm touching the stars. <br />And when I get back to my mind.. I say why we're continueing these wars.<br /><br />Abdallah Gamal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-we-can-touch-the-stars-so-why-we-insist-on-wars/
