I dreamt my mother was...

Poem written by Saad El-Asha on Tuesday 18, September 2018

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I dreamt my mother was feeding chickens we'd never had. She then lay dreaming in the living room in a Jarid she'd only worn at weddings, like the rest of young women at the time. When I laid her covered into the ground, she was swaddled in a Jarid that people use for the unliving, like any woman at all time.

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    I found this quite poignant. Very good.
    Thanks again for your warm comments, Kt. <3