The poems that I wrote in particular about my Tetah and Cede, my Palestinian grandparents, gave me intense feelings of sadness coupled with immense emotions of love and loss.
I recall vast lifetimes/ tracing a labyrinth to all the Tetah’s that have nurtured/ fed their grandchildren lovingly. A silent steady stream. A monumental mountain/ heavy on the landscape. This I see in a glimpse/ a sudden weighted gravity/ that pierces my heart/ as I sit in quiet memory of you my Tateh.
These dichotomous feelings evoked the profound sense of need, or desire to continue the pace in which I double-down on these journeys into the Lyrical and documentarian type of poetry I must continue to write. If only to express, as a form of witness here today/yesterday— a people that are not disappearing/erasing from the timelines of history.
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