My mother's bread and mom's coffee

My mother's bread and mom's coffee

Mom's touch and grow up in childhood

Days on the day and I love my age

Because if I am ashamed of the tears of my mother ..

Take me, if you ever come back as a scarf for your gift

And cover my bones with a herb deliberately purify your heels

And my hair .. my hair with a thread looms in the tail of your dress ..

I will be a god.

If you touch your heart,

If you return fuel Btnornark ..

And a wash rope on the surface of your neck

Because I lost standing without your day prayer Hermet,

Singles stars until I join the young birds trail back .. I waited for you
The poet Mahmoud Darwish

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