Death At A Mother's Arm Poem by Habib Ibrahim

By: Habib Ibrahim

Uselessly she sat and held
That kid she motherly addressed .
Rubbing softer than silk
With warm hands she did stroke
" Mother. Our fruits and orchard."
In vain she looked and closed
His eyes on a bloodless face.
The spirit was pulled so high
To leave the body cold;
A mere carcass of a pale face.
Untold bitterness was eminent to flow
As tears or screams to ….blow
To rest the choked soul,
The wounded heart to heal.

Oh! May God rest yours so close
To angels that dearly receive yours.
Heaven I hope to be my __ share
Good deeds and goodness of I bear.
" Son of my unseen _________ hopes
You so dearly bid me farewell
Death snatched you fully potent.
You laid restfully aghast.
Farewell.. Once again … dear … Farewell.