The farewell kiss lingers on the cheek
As I think of son at uni and the recent callous bombing in Beirut
that took the life of yet another 'good' politican.
He left over a week ago; is that all?
and I wonder how he's coping when the phone rings.
"Hi mum just wanted to say hello" he says
in a very reassuring voice with a happy lilt in the tone ….
"How's uni" says me stupidly as I clear the lump in my throat.
"Great!" comes a word of comfort that sums up the Lebanese sense of 'savoir vivre'
as I pass the phone to hubby and they share a joke and a laugh.
"Just keep learning to duck and dive son and you'll be fine"
… ever the optimist my husband ….
who hands back the phone with a twinkle in his eye and a smile that can move a mountain of humanity and stop a tear from falling.

Note to self: think positive and try and move a mountain! J