قصيدة To My Mother
,Most near, most dear, most loved and most far Under the window where I often found her ,Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter ,Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand
,Most near, most dear, most loved and most far Under the window where I often found her ,Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter ,Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand