Etudaye Musa Abdulazeez
Motherless And Deceased Mothers - Poem by Etudaye Musa Abdulazeez
I still don't know how their skins itch,
I still don't know the friction of their aching heartbeats,
Those younger and ages of mine
that have lost their:
Lantern of hope, Lightening love,
Brave soldier, Rose of the heart,
Remedy of malady, Milk of joy
Heart splendor, Heart seamstress,
Tears wiper, Apex doctor
I still don't know.
My heart always weep a river for them
My heart always bleed woe even in their
smiles, Because nobody cares to know
the meaning of their bubbling cheeks anymore.
My heart always turn pale knowing fully that
Mine too will be tripped to that close but
a faraway world
An eternal world of tranquillity or melancholy.
My phone sang a song
But it was a sorrowful and hurting song.
Did I know?
My drums became tremulous as they sound;
The gloomy wind has taken her to the world
Then, when she was younger was her
MAMA, her Supernatural and unconditional lover
Now is her GRANDMA, her compassionate lover
That had been there For her
Since after her MAMA'S demise.
May her soul rest in perfect peace,
And may all deceased MOTHERS
Rest in optimal peace of the Almighty.
May their souls be rosed with the
Blossoms of the paradise.
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