Not so long ago this was just a dream to her,
The amazing feeling of being a mother.
In the darkness, as everyone lay asleep,
In her womb you'd toss and stretch,
The pain causing her to sometimes weep.
As she paced ,
The excruciating pain she faced,
Hoping to keep you safe as her mind raced.
It was then her due date,
You were delivered a bit late,
You were healthy as it was fate.
She spent her every minute grooming you,
Restful days were quite few,
Treasuring each day as you grew.
Years passed as she grew frail,
In her loneliness she turned pale,
Missing your company causing her to send many a mail.
However you became tiresome,
You now had a life of your own and was no longer lonesome.
And in your eyes she became burdensome.
A plan formed in your mind,
An idea ,the best you could find,
Settling her in an old age home with companions who are kind.
No longer would she be lonely,
A place rather homely,
So you took this step quite boldly.
Of her opinion you hadn't inquired,
In this lonesome home she was shoved,
Never had she thought this would be done by someone she loved.
As you smiled happily with your family,
She remembered carrying you as a child sadly,
Hoping for you to call her home gladly.
She cried a river,
Lonely & Allah as her only witness, her creator,
For the pain she endured whilst in labour.
In the so called home for the old,
She prayed for her son who'd turned so cold.
Did he not know jannah lay beneath her feet,
Without her pleasure he'd meet with jahannams heat.
Did he not wonder,
Soon I'd grow to be a father,
As i become old and wither,
Will my life differ?
May Allah save us & forgive us & awaken us from our slumber,
Take care of your mother & father.
As soon their time will expire,
and to their graves they will retire.
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