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My Mother
Mahmoud
Darwish - Palestine
I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee
Her touch
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
And I love my life
Because if I die
I'll be embarrassed from 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.
I am old
Give me back the star maps of childhood
So that I
Along with the swallows
Can chart the path
Back to your waiting nest.
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