To our neighbor

She called me and asked “do you remember Flat Number 203”

I remember it that behind the door was a pot full of flower

She told me “The neighbor was leaving there passed away”

What was her name?

No one knows.

No one felt her absent

Except the flower that felt dry

Then the bad smell

Police find her after a week

I remember those beautiful childhoods

Neighbor were part of our life

There was no wall between our houses

Except narrow garden

We called each other

By tapping on our wall

Then they responded faster than the echo of our voice

I am writing this

To my neighbor

That I never seen her

Nor heard her

I didn’t know her name

I didn’t know her challenges 

I never knew her sorrow

Nor her happiness

No one knows in the last hour of her life

What happened to her?

No one …cry for her

They found some letter in her hand

That sent by her children

Dear Mother Happy New Year … .

left Behind

I

I came back and saw my heart didn't come with me
My heart and my soul
left somewhere in between
I came back
but not completely
 

Smile

She smiled not to the present she had
But with memory of yesterday ....
As she was the owner of her past in her memory
No one can take it away from her

Hometown

I am wondering what hometown means to the children that they start they life within revelation, within War and ...?
Do they know any story about their hometown?