Returning from a long trip in the desert, the son found his mother crying. He asked her: "Mom why are you crying?" She responded: "We are invited to the neighboring village for a wedding and I don't have any present to give". He responded with the poem below. (translated from the Bedouin language)
The Generous Son
I came back sweating
you added fire to the setting
I will ride on my mare
and donate her as my share
She then responded:
"You are the real son of your father"
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Love,Christine
Georg