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Belated poetic greetings for mothers everywhere…

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Giving rightful credit, where credit is due! Pass it on to give thanks joy and recognition!Flowers of Gratitude in Honor of Mothers’ Day!In honor of all mothers everywhere; especially in the immediate and extended family!

From our mother
we derive life
and unselfish love,
caring and kindness,
nourishment and nurturing,
encouragement, counseling and advice,
sheltering and protection.
The warmth of our mother’s
gentle touch and loving embrace,
entails the proof of
maternal miracle powers
to heal us with a kiss,
with a reassuring hug,
and a band aid.
and to make us whole again,
whenever we are hurt.
Her reassuring hands hold us
when we take our first steps,
or pick us up when we fall.
Mother steadies us
when we waiver with uncertainty,
or whenever we stumble
after missteps or mistakes.
She cheers us on
when we speak our first words,
or when we sing our first song,
and whenever we master new skills and tasks.
She is there when we need her,
to give us guidance and direction,
or occasional scolding
whenever appropriate
and she does whatever is necessary
to redirect us onto the right path
and honest course of action,
because mothers are concerned
for the welfare and well-being
of their children.
When all goes well,
as hoped and prayed for,
children return the affection,
because kindness blossoms
and bears fruit,
bringing its own
and just rewards.
Lucky are those
who still have mothers
to express thanks
and gratitude
in person!
For becoming a mother,
nature has allocated
a mere nine months;
however, being a mother
is labor of love
of a lifetime!

Give flowers in gratitude,
and have thoughts
of love for all mothers
who are no longer
with us!

May 11, 2008
(revised May 12, 2012)

My Mother, My Paradise

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And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say: “My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was small.” 17:24

My Mother, My Paradise

She served me until this day
Her love the sun, mine a ray

She lost sleep for me to dream
She left food, for me to be fed

Of mind and body she suffered
Her love grew as me she carried

I kicked at her bosom when an infant
Yet she held me without being hesitant

She inspired my legs and taught me to walk
All the words I pronounced listening to her talk

‘Hasbi Rabbi’ she sang in my ears, (such that)-
‘Noor Muhammad’ shone all these years
(sallallahu alaihi wa sallam)

All my acts of worship are but under her feet
Not two-
But three worlds I need to show her respect

If this son were to enter paradise
The warmth of her feet would be the cause

Her prayers for me are sincere than my own
She bore all the pain to see me so far grown

The pleasure of my Lord
Is in doing to her good

Even as I laid in her womb
Or be buried in the tomb-

She will continue to pour love
And pray for me forever…

If His Mercy is the entrance-
She is the key to my paradise!


Abbey Kibirige Semuwemba

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