Maya's Song - Russia
(from Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M.
I saw Maya sitting on a bench on a nice Middle Eastern afternoon, and was happy that she had taken the moment to say hello, for she is one of those people, that when she seems happy, she makes you feel happy also. Yet one of those people that when you know they aren't happy, it somewhat makes you feel sad inside and you wished that, even more so in retrospect, that you had done more to help her, though you know that you did the best that you could. I pass by her place occasionally when passing through town, and can always see and hear her, the way she says instead of Russia, (R-O-O-S-I-A) , the way she seemed even overwhelmingly happy that we had met, and that when she gave me a hug goodbye, that she wouldn't let go until I had picked her up off her feet and spun her around before giving her a kiss for the last time. She had a beautiful young daughter that looked just like her, and like her mother, they both have seemed to find a place in my heart, which I refuse to let go.
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