For Mama

"The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms." ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

This one's dedicated to "Mom's the World"

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Poetry that was expressed,
Insight addressed,
Read what was written,
Comment if befitting,
Gratitude is what I offer to thee,
Penned by yours truly.
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As My Mother’s Tears Fall

Life’s nourishment flowed in my vein,
Each day she endures all the pain,
Her health everyday deteriorating,
As the clock of nine months demands her waiting,
Youthful figure camouflaged with internal growth,
The mother and child a test of time for both,
The time nears and a fury of pain unleashed,
One foot in the grave, her Lord she beseeched,
Two weeks earlier than her due,
Contractions tormenting her body but still too few,
The last straw is drawn as they are forced to operate,
Her body paralyzed, unconscious to her fate,
Heartbeat fading, the child is taken from her mother’s womb,
Once a place of life now quickly transforming into her own tomb,
The child apart is now an individual in her own right,
As she is striped away from her mother’s sight,
A series of complications and a miscalculation,
The mother lies in a coma as the air fills in frustration,
The Doctors act quickly to regain her health fully,
Breathing relief as she recovers gradually,
Her child born in distress is monitored carefully,
Her mother could not sustain the miracle inside her; growing too rapidly,
Upon her small body marks of complications bear testimony,
With passing time, the mother grows anxious,
She grieves and pleads to hold her first daughter so precious,
The child placed on her chest finds peace at last,
Cuddled in the warm embrace erasing the pains of the past,
The strength and purity of this Love exceeds all,
Without words their hearts understand each other’s call,
In sickness and in health did she endure,
Now her child has blossomed into a flower,
A sole bread-winner, she toils daily,
As her partner is confined to his bed permanently,
Suffering hardships upon hardships, she braves the storm,
In my eyes, her enduring character the greatest form,
As her tears fall my heart breaks silently,
To protect her from the scars reassuringly,
To comfort her as she once did; in her arms I felt,
The love of a mother the highest form of wealth,
Connected I am to her as before she approaches I feel her presence,
Her every sacrifice a reflection of her true essence,
I wish her the best from the depths of my very existence,
From Allah I seek her repentance,
Appoint an Angel over her every minute,
Walahi my love for her is infinite,
Amongst your most beloved grant her permanent abode,
Make her resting place the best ever its beauty untold,
Ya Ummi, may Allah shroud you with His wings of Rahma,
May your face be shining with pure light in the Akhirah.
Ameen

[2007]


Happy Birthday Mummy!

may Allah bless you with beauty beyond blissful imagination in this life and more certainly and abundantly in the hereafter ameen ya Rab

"Life is the fruit she longs to hand you,
Ripe on a plate.
And while you live,
Relentlessly she understands you." ~Phyllis McGinley

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