standing still in the middle of my kitchen
gazing at the spot that was so used
the same place where you used to sit
and gaze back at me
here I stand, watching and waiting
I know the signals you are sending me
to say loudly what I feel
is when the words are wasted
I walk by your room every day
reminiscing the times we used to lie together
the murmurs in the night
the sadness in your life
your eyes closed, the pain gone
I am not suffering
that you have given me what was yours
for this is what I prayed for
mount of granite, an ever moving stream
the smile that is so clear to me
from a person so great
she was none other than my Ammi
Sunday, January 31, 2010
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May her soul rest in heaven.
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ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful. It's evident it's written straight from your heart. May Allah (SWT) grant her peace and a place in Janat-ul-Firdoz, Ameen.
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