Abdulla And His Mum... Poem by shirani ibrahim

As she silent lay asleep with fever, he realizes, he must not her awake.

Walks around with blisters in his heart, wondering what he could take.

As his usual milk, juice, egg was not on the table which she normally lays.

He rests a tender kiss on her cheek, and whispers not what he want to say.

Eyes full of worry and fear he voiced ‘my mum' must get well real soon.

A feeling of guilt invaded me, as he stopped looked the kitchen all around.

An understanding a smile, as words concerned escaped for her health to be sound

Carried his bag, a comfort kiss on my cheek with his alright 'biggy' I will manage.

The beauty of his heart wet my cheeks, just a boy of 15, but not a terrible teenage.

I turned to God, a thankful prayer in my heart for this blessing, a wonderful prize

Boy and man in him the fragrance of sweetness while his heart softly cries.