By: Ahmed Al Shiekh
With the longing of a little bird,
I stood watching my mother’s hands
as she set the table for us
with warm love and a smile.
For every morsel she gives us
Is a seed of kindness and tenderness,
Growing slowly in our hearts
Until it blossoms into goodness in our homelands.
Cock-a-doodle-doo
How delicious breakfast tastes!
Cock-a-doodle-doo
How lovely this morning is!
Hurry, hurry… I’m hungry
Come on, Mum… come on now
Fill my tummy with goodness
So my heart may grow with dreams.
Cock-a-doodle-doo
I drink water or juice
And a garden grows in my heart
Of love… like a little bird.
