ramadan-ese: hows my poem..btw m not gud at poetry...just trying?

salam alaikum
ITS VERRRRY LOOOONG =)(=

When I was small
I slept on the softest of soft beds
It was made by my mother’s,
Own two legs

As I grew up, I loved her the most
About her, I’d always boast
When in a crowd,
Of her I was always proud

But later came the time
When with her I’d always fight
“You’re just trouble” said I
Watching her in pain, due to her cry

“You’re the worst” I said
“Why with me do you have to be?”
“But my child you’re the best” she said instead
“Don’t ever be as bad as me”

Away from her did I go,
To live my life with Jacob Chrisantonio
I was busy with my own living
Feelings for her I could never bring in.

As days blew away
My children grew older in age
I felt what my parents felt
Broke to tears for all what I said

I went to visit her,
Yes, to visit my mother
She was there weakened on the bed
Crumpled, waiting for her death



I greeted her with a smile
But…I got no reply
“Mother, are you awake?” I enquired
“Who are you? Are you my child?”

At an early age you left me my child
Now I can’t see you…now that I am blind
“For all what I did I am sorry” said I
“You’re always forgiven” she replied

Now she’s gone, now she’s no more
Life she lived with me, was so very coarse
Dear readers, learn a lesson
Please be your parent’s worthy decedents

You may not like her now
Later, you’ll regret…you may wonder how
Don’t ever wait for such a day
When you face it, you’ll see your life turn grey

When with Jacob I ran away
I thought success I had reached
But now I have to accept and I say
It was nothing but loss total defeat

Thank her for all what she’s done for you
Try to make it up…though you can never do
Don’t think of thanking her tomorrow,
For who knows when she’ll go

Respect her now
As tomorrow she’ll be gone
As for me she’s no more
And now, it’s no use for me to mourn



Express your love to her today
Don’t make your today, my yesterday
She may be a disease to you…as was for me
But she’s indeed a healing in reality

Revere her now
Before your Lord Bow
Thank Him for the greatest blessing,
A mother- who is with you living.


ok i noe its TOOOOOOOOO long..but howz it?
salam alaikum
 
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