Poem 111: On Mother's Day Poem by Samer Madbak

Past my bed
She sneaks
At morning break
With her restful face
And that woolen shawl
Cloaking her head
She peeks
To see if I’m awake
Her sober voice in grace
Utters the coffee call
I rise
To meet the day
In my mother’s eyes
And freshen at her soothing air
I read her heart sincere
And shed away
The pall
Of dim despair
Her words of cheer
Occasion another morn
Unto my soul
She smiles, and with a kiss
Pronounces me
Reborn
Of love and liberty
Reshaped in Bliss!


Beirut
March 27th 1995