Confrontations of an Approaching Oblivion

Memory (Palimpsest)

for Rifqa, my grandmother

 

it's hard
to watch the identity
of your loved ones
fade before their body
does.

it's hard
to witness the memories
beneath their wrinkles
vanish.
so a void is left
to ponder about.

it's hard
to stare at their anticipation
tired though tiring,
but yet the impossible rescue
is still an option

to you.

it's hard
to see them forget
your name
and what the sound of it
did to their hearts.

it's hard
to notice decay around
every moment
of every room
as you display
a celebration of reminders
audaciously and eagerly
but yet it's rejected
by those in oblivion.

it's hard
to know that the loss
of the welcomeness

that you once felt
is justified
just like the absoluteness
of the blue in the sky.

it's very hard
to realize that it is
about time.


by Mohammed El Kurd

April 15, 2016

Jerusalem