     hamza | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 02:20 pm
Mother
Again your kindly, smiling face I see.
Do I but dream? And do my eyes deceive?
Again you whisper through the years to me,
I feel the pressure of your lips at eve.
I dream once more I sit upon your knee,
And hear sweet counsel that I should not grieve;
My hand in yours at twilight time as we
Talk low, and I your sweet caress receive.
At times I see your face with sorrow wrong,
Until, somewhat confused, I scarce believe
That I still dream. Your friends when you were young,
Your own great hopes, your cheer and laughter free
In some weird way are strangely haunting me.
O mother of my childhood's pleasant days!
Still whispering courage and dispelling fears
In daylight hours or quiet moonlight rays,
Are you a dream come from my younger years?
Or do you really walk along the ways,
And know my triumphs, or my inner tears,
That quickly cease when you close by me seem?
Let me sleep on, dear Allah, if I but dream. |
| SweeTsis | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 03:27 pm
hamza
ur poem is great brother keep up the good work upto date.
thnks again for sharing it with us, tis touching. |
| HANNA | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 03:40 pm
TO HAMZA
YOU POEM IS REALLY GOOD
KEEP IT UP. |
| LiBiN | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 08:00 pm
hamza,
this poem is wonderful,thanx for sharing with us.
seems like many somalis in this forums forget Mother`s values! always insulting mothers using filthy words.
We cant never do what our mothers did for us, at least we should respect, love, and pray for them all the time. |
| MNman | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 09:19 pm
Yeah like everybody said nice job |
| Somalim | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 11:03 pm
Hamza absolutely wonderful. |
