She Whispers Your Name
She whispers your name
as she holds you to her.
It curls into your ear
a sound seeping into your being
like the heat from her body to yours.
It’s not written down,
because those things tumbled
like the barrel bombed buildings.
No pieces of official paper bear your name.
You are born of war:
A stateless being of flesh and blood
breathing in dust with your mother’s love.
She whispers your name:
Asha… one who is alive.
Asha… a whisper begging you to thrive.
She whispers your name.