Last Look Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

by Freeyad Ibrahim

The most difficult moment before departure
is the last look
You want then to gather in your sight
the most things around you in one look
because it is the last look
My wife's tearing, in her eyes a confusing look
Decision I undertook
while Saddam tanks
and artillery were approaching the city of Kirkuk
Her silent weeping
Our baby sleeping
Pitch dark…starless night…
Her eyelids slightly shook
by a slight touching from my lips
I took one long last look
On her pink cheeks
May be my last look.
Indistinctly feeling her father's last look
Without knowing why
Why her father this very risky decision took
Last look tells more about the pain in departing hearts
than a tragic tale told in a book.

Six years passed when we met in EU again
Orange Holland
The country of cheese and casskoppen
Big cows…long goat horns

"Baba I knew why you have fled,
I am old enough.
It was not a mistake…
but quite a good TAKE."
She told me this
while we were fishing one day
in the Sun by the brook!

**
Freyad Hugo
(Ducht writer, translator, author, poet)