This poem was written originally in Jordanian-Palestinian dialect and does not translate well. Perhaps you can enjoy it regardless.
My dad likes the errand of going to the greengrocer
And the butcher right next to it
My mom prepares the marinade, so we can give it to the butcher
But the butcher's quality went down, and the greengrocer was too far after that, so he lost his business with him to no fault of his own
Wake me up before you go to the greengrocer baba
My mom likes the errand of going to the bakery
Her and I eat the bread in the car while it's still warm
With my mom any errand will end with a bite in the car
Going to the doctor? 'Shawerma Reem' is not far
You need something from Sweifiyyeh? It's not a bad idea to get manaqeesh from Abu Khamees
I like the errand of going downtown with my dad
He'd tell me how he'd take the 'Service' from Al Hussein to here, to study in the library
It is a world that is far from me, but with a knafeh from here and a book from there, the distance between our worlds shrinks
Errands I used to evade as a child
I now wait for them when they come once a year.
