Happy Mother’s Day

THE APPLE OF MY EYE

 

She was walking on the beach

A long skirt hiding her knees

Dotted with tiny blue florets

A white linen blouse flattened her bosom

Prude,

She never wore a bathing suit

 

Immaculate as the sunset

Pretty as a picture

Mysterious as the sea

Smiling to herself

Poetic, in love, sweet,

A dreamer

She fell in love only once

People said

The blessed day was her wedding day

 

A long trail of foot steps

She left

Printed in the moist sand

In joyous innocence

Behind her I walked

Placing my steps

One by one in her wake

She was the apple of my eye!

She was my mother!

Anita Bacha

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