Upside down


One boy says to his brother:

Hey Moony Moony look!

I’m gonna do something that will make Mama gasp like this: ahhhhhhhh!


What’s with my boys

And upside down?

I get it’s smiles

And no more frowns

Only thing is

my mother’s heart

Which somersaults

Until they’re down

Can’t they just stand

Like normal kids

With both feet firmly

on the ground?!

Must they swing so high

while standing up

And must they land

With such a sound?

Can’t they just slide

From up to down

Instead of climbing

All around

Can’t they have mercy

On this heart

Know that their risks

Will make it pound

I swear I age

at least 10 years

with every trip


To our playing-ground


that moment..


I wish..

I could hover

In that moment

Before the break of dawn

Not in slumber

Yet not awake

On the tips

Of a feather’s swan

I wish..

I could glide

On that liminal space

To where you and I were drawn

To save just..

a moment

Of our love



Before it was all gone



Writer’s Block



comes to mind

as I try to spell it out

How to traverse

this block?

how do I go about?

putting to words

the words

that insist to stay inside

just within reach

just out of grasp

just  round the bend they hide

know how it is?

they tease you

dangle at your tongue’s tip

when before

they dangled closer

to your typing fingertips

though  talented

and good

you’d better Mind the Gap

That every artist falls through

whoops, here I go:

same trap!


Wid Kattan

Mind the Gap


Crossing-gaurd’s smile



The little things are the big things.

Whatever comes from the heart, touches others.

You never know which smile, or word or hello, will brighten up a day, or ease a heavy heart.

I think of all these things when I see the crossing guard at my children’s school.

Thank you Len!



Every day you stand

Help them cross the busy street

Bring them safely to the shore

On their busy kid-feet



Back and forth you walk

retrace your steps for miles

Across the intersection

Always sending out your smiles



Smiles that reach your  laughing eyes

And brighten up their days

And ease our parent-minds

In many many ways



Thank you!

Birthday Wish




My birthday’s coming up this May

I’d like a jelly Fish

or a mermaid tail

or fairy wings

it never hurts to wish




Or a unicorn or a pegasus

Or hair as blue as seas

Of shimmering waves

A waterfall

that tumbles to my knees




Although I’m shy to tell you

These are my favourite things

I’d love just a birthday wish

Or what your friendship brings




My favourite flowers

Are peonies

Of the softest

Pinkish white




My food

is peanut butter

I’ll savour

Every bite




My colour

is turquoise green

For my sore eyes

such a sight




My time of day

is dawn

Just at the break

of light




My city

is Madina

Home to

the Prophet’s flight




My perfume:

Hypnotic poison

Scent darker

than the night




I doubt that you’ll remember

But I’m hoping that you might

Send me a thought

Or gift or wish

I’ve helped you get it right 😉


Wid Kattan


Image: gelly fish



Dreams of Arabian Nights



Lofty dreams

that grew

on palm trees

in the desert dunes




For me

came to fruition

far away

where pigeons croon




Here by the canal

In Montreal

This is where

I started to write





those dreams

and found my voice

and found my fire

…and fight




soon returning home

with a torch of light

to burn through

my Arabian nights



Wid Kattan


Image: torch


Sometimes we hesitate so much, between two choices, not realizing that by doing nothing, we actually make a choice. We choose the Third Choice. Often the worst choice. We choose to lose both initial options, and sometime, ourselves.


One foot

on either side

Of the great divide

That is gaping

ever wide

I must decide

Which side?

For to hesitate

Is to fall through

To hesitate

Is suicide



Wid Kattan


8 sketches, 8 hats

My home page as you can see in this link  shows the many hats  I wear. There are many facets to me, and to you and you and you. When our similar facets face each other, light is reflected back, we recognize our common human-ness. Stereotypes and racism no longer makes sense, because we are too complex, and too similar. If you see me as a human being, as a mother, as a professional, as an artist, it’s hard to fixate on that one facet that may disturb you: my religion or colour or race or name.

I think the whole idea behind my blog is to relate to people. To help you see behind the hats or veils I and you and you and you wear. To help us see each other. In today’s world, this one thing, this capacity to see each other may be the only thing that can save us.

Read more in the About me/us page


Gallop Rhythm 



I love horses. They are brave and resilient, and healing to man. Try getting on a horse’s back next time you’re lost or your heart is broken. See where it takes you. It might take you home.

Palomino, bay

Whïtë or dapple gray

Chestnut, paint or black

with a starry forehead ray

Don’t know which colour mare

I’ll pick to ride today

Which path I’ll choose to take

Which winding twisted way

Don’t care which horse as long

as it kindly slows the pace

Of my flailing failing heart

That refuses but to race

Its gallop rhythm beat

A sure sign that it now fails

Though no one knows to ask

What’s hurting you? What ails?


Let’s not slow down

Ride on, don’t care

Go breakneck-speed

Both truth and dare

The truth is that

My heart’s not mine

It’s lost and gone

It’s so not fine

I want to ride

Without a care

To live or die

That part’s the dare

If my time is near

then, I’ll live each breath

and let my failing heart

beat itself


to death

Note: a gallop rhythm is a true medical sign of a failing heart. If you listen closely, you will hear, instead of the usual two heart sounds, three sounds that mimic the gallop of a horse’s hooves. A gallop to its death.

Image: Me and Hawlk-eye on Lake Earie