Mother Poem by Ibn Ali

I see you Mother
Not with something as mundane as sight
I see you from distance and from height
You can tie us with a single strand and that bond would never sever
I'll pull when you loosen
And loosen when your grip betters

It was fated I'm my mother's only baby
Although I greyed her hair I'm still naturally her favourite
Oh to have someone to play with
God knows, perhaps the things we think escaped us, were made such
And as such, are what defines our make up
Maybe

She changed since I first knew her
There's a puzzle in her face
That can't  be arranged to make sense of her pain
Inbetween the wisdom that she spills
She poured the content of her stomach and her chest
I was bound to disappoint
She gave so much to receive so much less
I forget that she was young
To see me is like a portal to her past
Our resemblance creeps into things I've done
She held me with one hand
Now my one hand envelopes hers
She's encompassed in my shade
To think this giant is someone she birthed
I unsettled her life like a gust in a dusty room
It showed her life needed refinement
I respond to her concern with sarcasm
She says wait till you have your own, I hope it's soon
Me too, anxiety to foster my own brood
It's impossible to give you your just due