Your Love Wouldn't Cease To Rain Poem by Besma Dziri

Mother
The best of all my words
I love calling you

Past were those so many years
when the petals of my heart would blossom
as your voice, the sweetest of music would flow
the youth of my soul would cease to grow.

Gone were those so sweet times
when you, mother, in my world would reign
as your Love wouldn't cease to rain
and the thirst of my soul wouldn't remain.

Mother
The finest of all my words
I love calling you

I once confided into my words a promise
I would conceal your warmth in my very abyss
I would ever keep your candlelight aglow
and have my bereaved heart lay down its woe
the grief of my soul, I'll keep my word
and into oblivion, I'll try to throw.

In vain, I tell you mother
the pain of your loss in my heart couldn't wane
my words on your blessings are overflowing and plain
the bond we shared is running in my vein
the love I had from you, burning to regain.

Mother
The sweetest of all my words
I love calling you.

May 26th,2019


Happy Mother's Day to all the precious mothers in the world

Celebrated on the last Sunday of May, in Tunisia