Poem "My mother and a cup of coffee"
Mom... come closer to me
Don't be busy or avoid me
I really need a cup of coffee
It's night I know
But, mother, he and I
We shared the stars and the full moon
We bid farewell to the sun and welcome it in the morning
Bring me a cup of coffee
You don't know that all my poems
Written in coffee and "crustaceans"
You don't know that I stared at her lines
And I became like a fortune teller in the morning, wandering with the thoughts of longing.
Mom... come closer
Light the rose branches
Light the jasmine ribs
Bring the oak leaves from the sidewalks of memory
Set it on fire...
Sing her the songs of chance
Coincidence is fire, mom
One day we expected...and were happy for a moment
Sing her our sad songs
The one I shared with you, a young girl...an old woman
Tell her: My daughter is sad...even though I spoiled her.
Despite the beautiful dresses she bought
Mom... come closer to me
Pour me some coffee
Pour it over and over again.
As much as I love you
As much as I accompanied you
As much as I looked at you for a long time
Despite my age, I long to be young again.
Written by Sanaa Shuja
