My mom and the dream a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

My mom and the dream

My mother came like a dream.

My mother cultivates the land and takes care of sheep.

And remove delusions and make dreams.

And spread the light in darkness.

My mother is the way of light and inspiration.

My mother provides food when the intestines are empty.

And put water in every corner to quench the thirsty.

What a virtuous nanny!

My mother became the talk of people and of the caravan.

My mother writes poetry by weight and rhyme.

My mother, May God have mercy on her and forgive her soul.

People and angels prayed on her.

My mother is like a dream of a summer night, she is sleeping at the hands of God.

My mother is like a dream of a summer night, she is permanent at the Lord’s Kingdom.

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