It’s late…
The Kids are fallen asleep.
They messed up the whole house again.
Carrying him as always, while I make my way with my foot,
Passing through a piles of toys and clothes.
Passing through the loads of socks, and through the ordinary routines.
Passing through the words , the big and the heavy ones;
The Theories and the philosophies…
Sometimes exhausted and sometimes with a smile,
and no complain.
Through the traditions and the morals,
Through the new and the modern…
And tonight also, I passed through my duties and all the things that is blocking my way;
And tonight also، like Every other night I pass through the piles of socks and uncertainties.