TO MY MOTHER 

I long for my mother's bread 
My mother's coffee 
Her touch 
Childhood memories grow up in me 
Day after day 
I must be worth my life 
At the hour of my death 
Worth the tears of my mother. 
And if I come back one day 
Take me as a veil to your eyelashes 
Cover my bones with the grass 
Blessed by your footsteps 
Bind us together 
With a lock of your hair 
With a thread that trails from the back of your dress 
I might become immortal 
Become a God 
If I touch the depths of your heart. 
If I come back 
Use me as wood to feed your fire 
As the clothesline on the roof of your house 
Without your blessing 
I am too weak to stand. 
I am old 
Give me back the star maps of childhood 
So that I 
Along with the swallows 
Can chart the path 
Back to your waiting nest. 

Mahmoud Darwish

Mahmoud Darwish (Arabic: محمود درويش‎, 13 March 1942 – 9 August 2008) was a Palestinian poet and author who won numerous awards for his literary output and was regarded as the Palestinian national poet.^[1] In his work, Palestine became a metaphor for the loss of Eden, birth and resurrection, and the anguish of dispossession and exile.^[2][3] He has been described as incarnating and reflecting "the tradition of the political poet in Islam, the man of action whose action is poetry".^[4]