From the book "Closed with Red Roses" - Intisar Abu Latif - 3- 21- 2023
My mom
she ..
Our mornings are embroidered with the sun
The moon lights up
To light up the darkness of our evenings
Time mixes with the stories of the two lovers
She spills a rainbow between her fingers
To color our days
Khasab is well known
without regard to the seasons
She steers the boat
Where Jasmine makes its way to the graves
She is my mother ..
Every year and all mothers with love and peace