Just Lemons And Limes Poem by Bob Green
Just Lemons And Limes
Auntie Salma has died
A Palestinian mother
Far from home
Not complaining
Her daughters and son crushed fresh lime and lemon leaves
From potted plants
And held them to her nose at the last
An aroma of home
Not war
Not separation
Just Lemons and limes
Her last meal was foule
Picked fresh in her son’s garden
In Vermont
Not in Aboud
Not in al-Ouds
Not exile
Just lemons and limes
Just freedom
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4/18/2024 10:34:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
witty-gritty tale..i like it reading