Women―Dana Alh

في خريف الذاكرة أوراقٌ متساقطة
صنعتها أنتِ-
لازمتك سنين طويلة لحين سقوطها
و على عكس ظنها - جميلةٌ أنت بها و دونها.
قويةٌ أنت؛ بجذورك، بجذعك، بأغصانك.
للخير فيك صورٌ عديدة، حملتها على أزمنةً مديدة.
بإنتاجك و ثمره للجائع-
بأغصانك و منازلها للطير الجريح اللاجئ-
بالسند المتواجد في جذعك-
و الأمان و السكون تحت ظلك.
للقوة فيك صورٌ و قدوة؛
بشموخ وقوفك في كل حينٍ و زمان
بتمسكك بجذورك فوق كل أرضٍ و مكان.
في خريف الذاكرة أوراقٌ متساقطة
تعود لك يا امرأة صنعتها؛
تكنّ لك بالامتنان يا امرأة سقتها من روحها و علّمتها
تكنّ لك يا امرأةً بالامتنان، فلولا الله ثم لولاك لما كانت و لن تكون.
في خريف الذاكرة أوراقٌ متساقطة
فور ابتعادها عنك جفت و قست - ماتت و فنت.
في خريف الذاكرة أنت يا امرأة: شجرة-
رمز القوة و العطاء
رمز العائلة و السند
رمز الحياة و السلام
في خريف الذاكرة و ربيع المستقبل
الشجرة هي المرأة.
عذراً يا امرأة، فأنت أحق بأن تكوني الرمز و الأصل-

و الشجرة - مجرد صورة تشابهك كثيراً.

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