Poem: Portrait of a Palestinian Woman
Poem: Portrait of a Palestinian Woman
Her face tells
a thousand words
weave
herstory about
late husband killed
by
Israeli soldier’s bullet.
IOF’s assault on
Palestinian
life five children
lost their father
a cab driver
at
checkpoint
I.D.
During
interrogative
questions he said:
“I am here, the
blood
of our land Palestine,”
next to occupation’s
trigger
finger - and
Now the woman wraps
Her arms
around children
tight, as if she sews
them close
to her waist,
where memories of
womb remain.
Turn
around
Babes with
velvet smiles that
caress
mother’s skin
as she earns
the bread she
kneads
for mouths
at wooden table. Under
Her
watchful eyes
they play outside
surrounded
by
razor-wire fences where
petite palms picked
a
crimson anemone,
and legs rushed
stem petals
to
her hands. While
they look out
The window, wait
for
a past return. At
night the woman prays
until she
weeps -
her tears
bring angels
to their
knees…near
The day
a good man will see
how fortunate
he would be
to marry a woman
whose spirit
moves children to
Radiant cheeks
that feel
moments
when her heart
ablaze
at the sight
of
jacaranda tree –
where purple flowers
whisper
white
butterflies
flutters
fly
sunshine
silhouettes
wings.
- by Sonia
Nettnin