Out of this world
Snowdrops and bluebells
Grow beneath your feet
As you tread along
Twigs blossom
Pink and white
As you stroke them
With your fingertips
Water flows
From rocks and stones
As you caress them
With your tender hands
Moonlight glows
As you wander beneath
Crisp indigo skies
Fruits are filled with flavour
As you pick them up
To lay down in your basket
Your heavenly bread
Baked with love
Intertwined
With the aroma of the earth
Coming out of your clay oven
Fills my soul
With warmth and joy
As you break it to put into my mouth
And as you pass by
With your forehead, held up high
Life blossoms
With love, hope
And delight
I knew you…. Free, as evening breeze
Cheerful, as morning sunshine
Compassionate, as warm autumn leaves
Wild, as winter waterfall
Dignified, as Palestine olive trees
Graceful, as summer clouds
Defiant, as Jerusalem Mountains
Strong, as rocks of Lifta and Beit Iksa
Patient, as rain drops filling the ocean
Gentle, as rainbow colours
Sweet, as childhood innocence
Pure, as angels’ hearts
I knew you free, as evening breeze
I loved you free, remarkable woman
My sweet grandmother
May-2004
Filed under: heart songs
The characters in my book also bake their bread in clay ovens–a book, curiously enough, also set in Palestine. God’s blessings to you.
Love the poem, pictures and your tribut. Poem made me feel very tranquil – thank you.
“tribute” to your grandmother
Thank you very much Anita
My grandmother is a remarkable woman, the world would be a much better place if there are more people like her
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