Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Flashes of light
Clicking echoes and an old man's voice
he remembers,
in front of the lens stood fake smiles,
Catching a memory
of a dead mother
That morning
A supportive father, shaving
A young sister, living
A sick mother faking excitement
with pills behind her back
he sheds a tear
he feels the body heat that once surrounded him
his mother's arm around his shoulder, was.
Heavy, he feels light
That night
A supporting father holding his daughter
A young sister trying to understand
A son in tears
A pack of pills left for a bin
and a mother that never got to see the photograph
and we live


Farah said...

I like :)

Anonymous said...

whats up with all the death poems ?????? you should think happy thoughts , hope, love not death :S

Abdallah Haj Abed said...

death is part of life! why shouldn't we talk about it! and to me its the most emotional thing to write about...

Anonymous said...

i didnt say dont write about it , i just think you should concider other options.

Abdallah Haj Abed said...

well i can't promise u anything :P but ill try really! :P