I feel overwhelmed by loneliness

Whenever I see myself going  short

Of someone I am afraid of losing

No, no, this does not make me a slave

I’m just a gift from God

I was sent from the sky to make a memory

In the memory of the most important woman

A woman that struggled and fought for my life

For the sake of a young kid who has not come to this world

So how can I pay her the favor back

I want to carry her in my veins

I want her smell to become my perfume

I want to overcome all the challenges with her

I was asked one day: Do you love her?

I said, I adore her

She is the Grand Grace

She is the one who gave existence its warmth

Its color and its fragrance

She is the spring of tenderness

Her first name is:

Mother

يغمرني إحساسٌ بالوحدةْ

كلما رأيت نفسي مُقصرّةْ

عن غالٍ أخشى عنه البعدا

لا لا .. هذا لا يجعلني عبدا

فأنا يا سيدي، لست سوى هبةْ

بُعثتْ من السّماء لإثبات ذكرى

في ذاكرة أهم امرأةْ

امرأةٍ جاهدتْ وحاربتْ

 من أجلِ أنْ أحيا

من أجل غلام لم يترجّلْ على هذه الدنيا

فكيف لي أنْ أسدَّ ديني؟!

….

أريد حملَها في عروقي

أريدُ رائحتها أن تغدوَ عطري

أريدُ أن أتخطّى معها  كلّ التحدي

….

سُئلتُ يومًا: هل تحبُّها

قلت: بل أعشقُها

إنها النّعمةُ الكبرى

إنّها من أعطى الوجودَ دفئَهْ

.. ولونه.. وعطرَه

إنّها نبع العطاءْ

اسمها الأوّلُ:

 أمّي

About The Poet

The Mother is a poem written by Heba Abu Khosah, a 9th grader from Al Mawakeb School. Her hobbies are writing poems and reading fantasy books. She decided to entitle her poem The Mother since she believes that a mother gives the place its warmth.