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Once I glimpse the smiley moon behind my curtains

And count fifteen twinkle stars in the upper corner

Once mom whispers her telltale story

And my dad gives me his goodnight kiss

I say Good Morning!



Once I tuck myself under my pinkish pillow

I dream of the other side of the world

I imagine the sun as it crawls

From behind the mountains

To greet them with a shiny good morning

I picture my grandma watering her mints

And picking up the ripen figs

I see the curling smoke of the bubbly water

And smell my uncle’s Turkish coffee

I imagine my cousins in their navy uniforms

Eating manakesh at the village’s store

I picture my grandpa counting the eggs

And feeding his fifteen chickens and hens

I hear the twittering melody of the birds

As they sneak to steel my grandma’s figs

I feel the gentle breeze blowing me kisses  

Especially when I am picking roses and lilies

I sense the hot sand as it tickles my feet

And drag me all the way to the wavy beach

I long to be on a Titanic

Crossing the salty waves of the Atlantic

To meet my friends at crack of dawn

And tell them good morning!

I can’t say what else I imagined

For no longer I was able to remember

But I still wonder

If they reply my greeting

With every morning

Or even recognize my tiny tone

Across the mountains and desserts

And beyond the oceans and cities

Even though no answer I have

I still say Good Morning to the other half