Came home in a flurry of Arabic, trying to remember <br />alif is for arnab – rabbit, tuffaah is apple and jamal is <br />camel and l is leymun – lemon, as soon as the car <br />stopped I hopped out trying to find the melody at the <br />back of my mind - then it came, the song today was <br /> <br />“All my love, ta-da-ah-ah-ah-“ I’ve forgotten the words <br />but the tune is enough, my daughter chased me out of <br />her room as “the most annoying person” – in this I could <br />see her love, found part of the kitchen turned into a pearl <br />by the golden shine of the disappearing sun <br /> <br />As my beloved stayed in the kitchen I stopped singing, <br />took out my laptop to express my joy in lines that will <br />not offend anyone whose presence makes me joyous <br />but who cannot stand the noise of my delight, every- <br />thing is just so perfect – my beloved stumping around <br /> <br />In a huff, his son’s marks at school leave too much to be <br />desired, my daughter is not looking for a job as she ought, <br />the bathroom is caving in and the taxman took all our fix- <br />it-money – I love this kind of grumble, it means nothing <br />else is serious enough to call forth his wrath <br /> <br />Looking at my Arabic alphabet – a ghazaal is a gazelle, <br />shams is the sun – perfect words for these wonderful <br />objects, though I know so little, there is so much to <br />make me sing at the top of my lungs – “All my love, <br />I will always give all my love…”<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-give-all-my-love/
