The Yard

As I peep out at my kids playing amongst themselves in the yard,

I hear innocence in their laughter and I see the same in their eyes,

I see the potential in them all to make a beat down people rise.

My oldest now he has the skill inbred in him to become a successful attorney,

to work that jury till all the brothers and sisters are free.

And my eldest girl, she's that teacher that our community needs,

with all her compassion and patients pushing every boy and girl to succeed

then there is the middle child, he's too old to be the baby and too young to be the oldest

but he has the imagination and hands that together when inspired and working

could construct and build our buildings, hospitals, and mosques with detail and effect.

that baby is the next world class architect.

that baby girl of mine, smart as a whip, she learns any equation you give her to the "T", proper,

she will find the cure, she's our future doctor.

last but not the least the baby boy, persistent with him sometimes sweet and compassionate, sometimes won't budge,

I see him as the next surpreme court judge.

With all the potential thriving in my yard

how can I not teach them to pray and work hard.

My future depends on them and others just alike,

So protect your yard with all your might.


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Dedicated to all my children, they are my heroes.
Sultaan, Jamila, Daawuud, Same-kia, Hamza

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