As Long As the Lemon Trees Grow

Know that even in death, you’re my life.”

Bury me before I bury you,” he whispers in prayer.

“That’s a flame angelfish,” Kenan points out. “I thought she’d have a friend the color of flames. Could light the way when it gets dark.”

The way he says my name, pronouncing each vowel and consonant, even now makes me feel like flowers are growing in my veins.

Do all six-year-olds know what death is? Or is it only children of war?

I have love in my heart because of you.

I focus on the hope rather than counting my losses

I won’t let them own my fears.

I won’t let them own my fears.

I won’t let them own my fears.