Week in Pictures: Kosovo Albanian Boy

You could have been my son, dear boy
in another life,
staring through the window frame,
your face as pale as night.

You could have bless'd my womb, dear boy
and drank my milk in dawn,
hours after being born of me,
around my tit, your mouth is warm.

You could have been my son, dear boy--
your nameless face and eyes
staring through the camera lens,
reflecting cloudy skies.

You were born in Kosovo,
a thousand miles away;
yet, my heart is tied to yours--
I felt you die among the fray.