My Mother Language Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I love it Like I love my own kids and Even more... Nothing can distance me from it Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... I do love its twenty-eight letters Which shape it greatly and wonderfully... Without my own mother language I can not communicate very well Simply because my tongue tells every single Word in it... I do love my own language... I do love it... It is my true love... ______________________________________________________________________