Mood Poem by Abdullah alHemaidy

Tonight,

I watched my kids.

They were playing,

And sometimes fighting.

So, I am writing

This thought

This note.

Without sound,

I had asked

How their future will be?

Will they be secured?

I want for them good life and mode

But they have to strive

That's life!



Have I done what I should?

Have I given up what I should?
Or should not! ?



I was watching the youngest kid

Two years old

She can walk

She can talk


I do not know how to describe my mood

It was not happy neither was sad

It was not soft neither was hard

It was not good neither was bad.