Usama Halak

My Mother

About the Poem

International Institute of Akron
and Project Learn
Design by Lisa Olszewski 2016

Whose eyes were like the surface of a quiet sea
Whose words were like pure water irrigating thirsty fields

Whose advice gave clarity like eyeglasses
so I could see the right way

My mother whose face
was like a garden
Every time I looked at her
I rested among its fragrant flowers

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