Memories
- Lifestyles
- Travel & Leisure
- Art & Entertainment
Author: Nimah Ismail Nawwab
Released 5 August 2003
Prayer beads in hand,
Slowly rotating, revolving, rippling,
Wearing the smooth stone in her veined hands
Soft skin, soft stone, soft heart.
Hours, days, months, years
Pass,
Memories
Revisited,
Of years gone by,
Of old mud brick homes,
Lavish, sturdy lamb wool cushions
Straw rushes,
Open windows and doors,
Welcoming light and night,
Copper coffee pots atop firewood,
Children playing under the swaying palms,
Boys dancing with sticks,
Girls braiding hair,
Mothers cooking,
Fathers conferring,
Sumptuous meals laid out for the crowds.
Weddings, feasts, births and deaths.
Memories ebb, flow, align and scatter
Children grown, gone
Giggling grandchildren visiting,
Bringing sunshiny laughter
New homes,
Comfortable sofas, Persian rugs, closed gilded doors,
Electric kettles, radios, television sets,
Silver coffee pots on marble tops,
Quiet days, hectic days, treasured days
What is left?
She gazes at the soft stones, the soft hands, the soft gaze
Soft heart fills with memories,
Soft lips stretching wide in remembrance.