Al Nakba

By Mary Pneuman

Deir Yassin
Almond and cactus,
clinging roots of memory—
ghosts of massacre.

Ein Karem
Almonds in green velvet,
swelling pomegranate buds
grow more bitter now.

Hawara
Dreams of motherhood
lie stillborn at the checkpoint,
hope of Palestine.

– Mary Pneuman contributed this poem to PalestineChronicle.com.

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