My Letter To Catherine Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

by Freeyad Ibrahim

Finally, I wrote my Kathie a letter
After weeks of hesitating, a little, some
I tossed the letter under the main door
When she was about to come
Back from school, my body numb

That was just to turn her attention
That I loved her burning for her
whenever I see her eyes from
far black, her lips sweet like a plum
for which I cast my utmost sum
that I feel her soul around me hum
due to my love unanswered
how thin, pallid have I become

I wrote her how much I suffer
How eatless sleepless, breathless
hopeless friendless, a homeless scum
have I become!
Just one glimpse from her eyes'
may be enough
To soften me, how pale I am
I told her how I was drunken
by her way of partridge walking,
Her gazelle eyes my rum.

that I am a gentle young man
Not a disreputable bum,
My life is sour without you, glum.
She was afraid from her mother
I was afraid from my own mum

At the moment she approached
my heart begun to throb harder
beat audible like a drum.

She passed but not noticed,
or pretending not be noticing
maybe she felt as I have felt:
we'd be both swept by scum

My limbs have turned numb,
My tongue went dumb.

Was she afraid from the people?
Lest they next day, chew her repute
like a crumb or a chewing gum.

When she passed through the main door
I sighed, hand on my breast
Almost exploded like a bomb.

Home, I wrote my New Letter
begging letter, to my mother,
before expecting her mum to come:

'Please, my precious mother,
When I die,
Leave the door of my grave open;
May Kathie come! '

Freyad Hugo
(Dutch, writer, novelist, poet)
November,2021