My Mother's Bites Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

My Mother's Bites

My Mother's Watches

By Sherko BeKas
Translated by: Freeyad Ibrahim


When I was grown up
My left wrist
saw lots of lovely real watches
But none of them
had pleased my heart
like the watches
of my mother's teeth
had left
on my arms
and my ًWrists

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Translation: FRYAD HUGO
Netherlands

Friday, July 19, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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