felt in the mother

A collection of love poems for the mother that I put for you here:

Farouk Jwaida...but she is my mother

In the corner is my mother's face

I don't see it because it has lived in the wings for years

If the eye is a little heedless, it will not see

But he who dwells in the wings will not be missed

And if he disappeared like all those who are absent

My mother's face appears in front of me every time

The winds of sadness intensified and the forehead trembled

People leave in Laayoune and disappear

And it becomes sad in the ribs

And a tremor in the heart beats every now and then

But she is my mother

Life passes, I live in her...and she lives in me

They look like shadows floating faintly

On the sad heart

Since we split, the distance around me has been narrowing

And everything after that is a lifetime ago

With the days it became a spectrum

It is neither hidden nor revealed

A spectrum we call nostalgia

Mahmoud Darwish.. To my mother

I miss my mother to bake

And my mother's coffee

And my mother's touch

And she grows up in childhood

day after day

And I love my life because

if you die,

I am ashamed of my mother's tears!

Take me, if you ever come back

scarf for your fringe

And cover my bones with grass

Purify your heels

And hold me tight..

with a lock of hair

With a thread waving at the tail of your dress..

May I become a god

God I will be..

If it touched the bottom of your heart!

Put me down, if you come back

fuel for your fire..

And a laundry line on your rooftop

Because I lost my standing

Without your day prayer

I'm old, so I lost my childhood stars

Until I participate

little birds

back trail..

Live your waiting!

Nizar Qabbani.. Five letters to my mother

good morning sweetie..

Good morning, my sweet saint

It's been two years, mom

On the boy who sailed

With his fairy tale

And he hid it in his bags

Green morning

And its stars, and its rivers, and all its red brother

And hid it in his clothes

A tarabina of mint and thyme

And a Damascene night..

I'm alone..

My cigarette smoke is boring

And from me my seat gets bored

And my sorrows are birds..

Search - after - for the threshing floor

I know the women of Europe.

I knew the emotions of cement and wood

I know the civilization of fatigue..

I circumambulated India, I circumambulated Sindh, I circumambulated the yellow world

I didn't find..

On a woman combing my blonde hair

She carries it in her bag.

To me sugar brides

Tksonni if ​​naked

And pick me up if I stumble

hey mom..

hey mom..

I am the boy who sailed

She's still in his mind

Long live the sugar bride

So how.. so how, mom

I became a father..

Why did I grow up?