At Three In The Morning. Poem by Oualid Alamghouz

At three in the morning.
At three in the morning a friend called.
I responded to him and talked.
Talked about so many important things.
My mother heard me talking.
She thought I'm crazy.
She did not know I was on telephone.
She got out of bed and come directly to where I slept.
She realized I was talking to a friend.
She told me why talking at this Time.
At that time I knew that the love that exists is the love of a mother to her children

Written by,
Oualid Alamghouz.
17 September
2017.