“Whispers of a Mother’s Heart”
Daydreaming softly, eyes half-closed,
A Gray old woman sitting in a chair all alone,
Her heart echoes whispers of a son long gone,
Her silent soul longs just to see him home.
She wishes he could hear her last plea,
Share her feelings, set her soul free,
Yet in her loneliness, she waits alone,
Hoping at least to receive his call or tone.
Of days long past, her thoughts now drift,
To times when laughter filled these halls,
A son’s bright smile, a precious gift,
Now silent are his footsteps’ calls.
In solitude, she waits each day,
Hoping for his call, come what may.
She murmurs, with love profound,
“My son, I raised you on Islamic ground.”
I taught you to walk on this earth, side by side,
To steady your steps when you stumble or slide.
Your call, your voice, that brings me peace,
Until then, my hope and love won’t cease.
“I taught you life’s lessons, tried and true,
To respect your elders kindly, as good sons do.
But now I fear you’ve lost your way,
Forgotten those values taught yesterday.”
Though imperfect, I gave my best of all,
Missed some chances, but stood up tall.
We weren’t rich, but love was our wealth,
Hoping my morals wouldn’t fall or melt.
Now she ponders with a troubled mind,
Were her teachings incomplete or left behind?
Have life’s hard lessons faded away?
She prays he’ll find, right path someday.
In evening’s fading, gentle glow,
A mother’s love continues to grow.
Though miles apart, her heart beats strong,
She hopes that someday he’ll come along.
Prof Nehaluddin Ahmad, LL.D. Professor of Law, Sultan Sharif Ali Islamic University (UNISSA), Brunei, email: ahmadnehal@yahoo.com
