MY FATHER'S LEGACY
I never saw my father's land, the country of his birth
Though, many times, he spoke of all its beauty, all its worth.
I never saw the cedar trees, or mountains to the skies,
But often did I sense their wonders, through my father's eyes.
I never heard the vendor's call, or marveled at his wares,
Yet, from his stories of the past, I felt that I was there.
So many memories he shared, his tales went on and on,
He left me with his dreams of what was once his Lebanon.
But sadness now has filled my heart for what once used to be.
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