I Am Not Far Away From You

Mother..

Don’t reckon that

I am far away from you.

Each evening,

After the moon gets drowsy

And the stars are drugged,

I sleep in your arms

And I place under your pillow

Happy dreams.

When the sun wakes up 

With you in escort,

I sit with your cup of coffee

And watch my Father,

As he hugs your glimpse

Then I carry your handbag

And sit in the passenger seat

Wiping your eyeglasses lenses.

I am present among the

Rows of your students,

Looking at you. I day dream

Listening to the music of your words

And with excitement I wipe

With my spirit’s handkerchief

The silver drops

Of your perspiration

Mother…

I live with you all,

I am not alone.

I am not far away from you.

Your daughter “Samar”

By Loay Hussein Taha

Translated from Arabic by Lina R. Hamadeh