MOM
You took the husks and gave me the grain, From the cradles you cleaned for me to crawl, When nobody understood my language, You interpreted and provided. When nobody could understand my pain, You understood my cries and gave me all I wanted, The bitter herbs were mine but you tasted them first, Under the scorching sun you walked With your clothes and arms all over me As it hit you but you were never hurt, For you put your attention on seeing me alright . Behind you is a mileage, Quite nostalgic and sometimes pathetic But all you fought for was to have me into who I'm today. ©️ Latif The Sacred Poet.