Out of this world
Snowdrops and bluebells
Grow beneath your feet
As you tread along
Twigs blossom pink and white
As you touch with your fingertips
Water flows
From rocks and stones
As you caress with your tender hands
Moonlight glows
As you meander beneath crisp indigo skies
Fruits are filled with flavour
As you pick up to lay in your basket
Your heavenly taboon bread
Baked with love
Intertwined with the earth aroma
Fills my soul with warmth and joy
As you pass by
With your forehead, held up high
Life blossoms
Love, hope and delight
I knew you…. Free, as evening breeze
Cheerful, as morning sunshine
Dignified, as Palestine olive trees
Graceful, as Haifa summer clouds
Defiant, as Galilee Mountains
Mysterious, as scent of Jerusalem alleyways
Patient, as rain drops filling the ocean
Gentle, as rainbow colours
Sweet, as childhood innocence
Pure, as angels’ hearts
I knew you free, as evening breeze
I loved you free, remarkable woman
My sweet grandmother
May-2004
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Poetry for Palestine 
The characters in my book also bake their bread in clay ovens–a book, curiously enough, also set in Palestine. God’s blessings to you.
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Love the poem, pictures and your tribut. Poem made me feel very tranquil – thank you.
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“tribute” to your grandmother
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Thank you very much Anita
My grandmother is a remarkable woman, the world would be a much better place if there are more people like her
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