Mother Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Mother
More valuable than gold.
A natural resource more undervalued by all.
When we all are kids we just admit that
we are lost without you.
Married my father.
Brought me into this world.
Raised me from nothing
I tested your nerve.
I bet you wished we were never born.
But your love has a deeper connection than with Dad.
I may have hurt you
May have some bad things.
Maybe even argued.
But what hit me most is that you get older.
My mother is breaking down.
Grey hair adorns your sweet face.
You now walk with a gentler pace.
I miss being without you.
I miss the love and affection.
Now its my turn to look after you in the Autumn years.
May you never get ill.
I hope you enjoye life to the end.
Than spend,
Another day worrying about me.