Rifa Fakih

Drama

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Rifa Fakih

Drama

My Nephew

My Nephew

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The little hands that I hold

Made my heart fold..

He enters my heart with grace

As he had no one to race..


He came into my life as a sunshine

Which scatters around in different lines..

He doesn't call me his Mom

But I am his another home..


He will always be my son

With whom I can have great fun.

He will be missed and loved

And he is the most beloved..


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