GOMAA
You were the very best for this world to hold, To me, you were the very best, I sit in silence as the memories unfold. First there were memories of Rowena and yourself in the pub, Gomaa was the owner, the best place with the best grub. The good-looking man with the black, curly, bushy hair, Sitting with a newspaper and a cup of tea, You would say, “Come and sit next to me on the chair.” With a cigarette in your mouth, happily smiling away, “How come, Alison, you are always late? I would like you to stay.” “Please do not dash off, I would like to talk,” But you had no time, off you would walk. At the belly dancing night you told me to behave, Manoud used to take me to the Luxor cemetery To put flowers on your grave. When we arrived in Luxor, the best place to go, The King’s Head Pub, I rushed there with a glow. You would stand there staring at me from the bar, Often give me a lift home in your car. It is very hard because your brother in the shop just looks like you too, The wavy blac...