I wanted to post something on the occasion of Mother's Day but got so busy, so here we go...I don't think that anyone on the face of earth shall be able to put it in a better and more descriptive way that the famous ceased Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish in one of his greatest poems "Mother":
I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee
Her touch
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
I must be worth my life
At the hour of my death
Worth the tears of my mother.
And if I come back one day
Take me as a veil to your eyelashes
Cover my bones with the grass
Blessed by your footsteps
Bind us together
With a lock of your hair
With a thread that trails from the back of your dress
I might become immortal
Become a God
If I touch the depths of your heart.
If I come back
Use me as wood to feed your fire
As the clothesline on the roof of your house
Without your blessing
I am too weak to stand.
Give me back the star maps of childhood
So that I
Along with the swallows
Can chart the path
Back to your waiting nest.
Mahmoud Darwish
أحن .. الى خبز أمي
وقهوة أمي
ولمسة أمي ..
و تكبر في الطفولة
يوماً على صدر أمي
وأعشق عمري لأني
اذا مت
أخجل من دمع أمي !
خذيني ، اذا عدت يوماً
وشاحاً لهديك
وغطي عظامي بعشب
تعمد من طهر كعبك
وشدي وثاقي ..
بخصلة شعر ..
بخيط يلوح في ذيل ثوبك ..
ضعيني ، اذا ما رجعت
وقوداً بتنور نارك
وحبل غسيل على سطح دارك
لأني فقدت الوقوف
بدون صلاة نهارك
هرمت ، فردي مجوم الطفولة
حتى أشارك
صغار العصافير
درب الرجوع ..
لعش انتظارك .. !
محمود درويش
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