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Review for my poem, Teita

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab wow wow wow this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing Malak. A grandmother’s unconditional love. I will think of this everything my granny cuddles her great granddaughter on her knee. Thank you. Beautiful. 🙏🏻😊😊🙏🏻 By Natasha Brown

Fantastic. Every word is perfectly placed. Thank you for sharing! Shalom. By, Patrick Darnell

Teita¹

Grandmère, grandma, teita
Nonna, abuelita, babushka,

She sits cradling the baby
In her frail strong arms, her
Arthritic fingers clutching the cover
Swaddling the child, she croons softly

As not To wake the slumbering
Babe in arms filled with love
As white as a dove, she dove
Into her role of grandma longing

For the lost stamina of youth
When she was able to run,
Hop, bicycle for longer fun,
Now she waits on the babe’s breath

With bated breath for a wink,
A squeeze Of her hand,
A snuggle of velvety skin that band
Around a slightly bald head, to her, a blink

And she’d miss all the milestones
Of the growing babe, for her waining
Health struggles with each puffing
Breath to stay another day she owns

With a miraculous innocence
Of pure unadulterated love
That would be lost if the cove
Swallowed teita in the abyss of time’s pace

That’s like lightning when there’s
Joy, laughter,  and love to be shared.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
¹. Teita, Nonna, abualita, babushka, Grandmère
all mean grandmother

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Review and accolade for my poem,  Sounds of War

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow, Malak, you really got to my heart with this powerful poem! All the repeated sounds of war are so evocative, calling up frightful images. I can’t help but think of Gaza, recent example of this terrible fear and destruction. So sad, so horrifying. Amazing images, fantastic poem! Bravo!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Sounds of War

Drum, drum, drum,
Drum the stoned bun,
Turn it around and run.

Drum, drum, drum,
The hum of whizzing stones
Drop like bombs on bones.

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Rush to flee debris from a thump
That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
On the stoned cement
Fallen from bombardment ..

Cave, cave, cave,
Under the hopelessly inhumane
Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …

Rotting, rotting, rotting
Away in the streets, floors underground
With walls, furniture burying you, never found …

Slowly,  slowly,  slowly,
Killing you with death around you,
Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.

Boom, boom, boom,
The shaking, quaking resulting
In fear spreading like bird songs floating …

Wheezing,  wheezing, wheezing,
Trying to breathe under the rubble
Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518