the love of my mother
the peace that i feel when i'm in my mum's arms is like no other. may we meet in Jannah, anta qalbi.
as i take a deep breath,
i pray i never forget the way you smell
for i love how it puts me in a spell
sometimes i’m awestruck we share the same cells
you wipe my tears whenever my eyes start to swell
without you, my life is a living hell.
when i’m in your arms
i know nothing can cause me harm
as i hold your hands in mine
i feel the creases and folds
how rough and soft,
your hardships and heart.
every nook, crease, scar
oh! i remember this one,
your head hit a jar!
you whisper to me gently,
look at the stars,
love the stars fondly,
so you’ll never be fearful of the night
you always share a bite
never show your fright
always ready to pick a fight
as you age, i see the strands of white
you try to keep them out of sight
you struggle to read in daylight
open up containers that are airtight
yet i depend on your insight
i lie in bed at midnight
and as i think of you,
there’s a warm light.
i find my chin settling into the crook of your neck
my hands caress your soft face every time i see a fleck
i want to absorb your warmth and save some for later
for you are my caretaker,
you are my originator,
you are my best friend,
you truly are God-sent,
i pray for a beautiful end ummi
rabbi irhamhuma kama rabbayanee sagheera
"My lord! Be merciful to them as they raised me when I was young." Surah Al-Isra’ 17:24
