Sleep Charmer.To My Father Poem by Idris El Asha

I regard him as a god. As the primitive saw their ancestors.And he was kind to me to death. He gave life, and is compensating me for life.


He gives me pride
Because he is my father.

A divine memory
As a child
Waking up in darkness
Shadows lurking around
In the dark
And who to dispel them
But he.
With a glass of milk
And warmth
Of his prayer beside my bed
The quite voice of the Quran
'peaceful spirit. return to thy lord, grateful and gratified'.
A hypnotic science will never figure out.
halcyon flew around
and I on angels' wings
slept.
after hearing his voice
I slept like a prayer.


And now
From the other side
I hear his voice
Helping me drive away
My demons
To slip away
So I could sleep again
Like when I slept
As a child.