To My Mother (Poem)..

To my mother:

I miss the bread which was Made by Mom
drinking Coffee with my Mom
And touch my mother
Childhood and growing up in
Days on the mother's chest
And I love my life because I
If I die .. Ashamed to tears my mother
Take me, if I go back one day
I will be your scarf
Pull the nutt ..
Lock hair
String in a party dress ..
If touched deep inside your heart did not promising
I want to be fuel of youe fire ..
I lost stand
Without the day with prayer
Mom ..
Leaved grew, individual stars childhood
Even participate
Young birds
Back trail
Nest wait ..


By: Mohammed Darwish