Cowgirl Baby
Cowgirl boots, shorts, and off the shoulder
Shirt, a toddler holding the phone
Speaking to her brother, who’s far,
Far from home. She gurgles her love,
At times incomprehensibly, laughing
At his replies that have adoration
Light up her eyes as hearing
His voice is her drug of choice, a succession
Of discordant sounds, she interprets
With a beatific cacophony of cries
That invade your heart with warmth that’s
A test to your all encompassing hearts.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Poetry for Change 