From Mother To Her Son Poem by Rachel Bari

When I die, my son, remember
I leave nothing …not even my name
You carry your father’s.
I bear no grudge to patriarchy
And I am no feminist here or anywhere.
For I know that I reside in you everywhere.


For every little animal which is helpless
Do you feel compassion?
For every new season of dew
Do you marvel?
For every new moon
Do you remember to run for your camera?
Do you feel anger for every branch chopped
And tree uprooted?
Frustrated when people ask you about your religion?
Does your hand seek your purse at the sight of poverty?
Do you remember to invite people in when they come home?
Do you always have people on your dining table?
Do you say please and thank you?
Does the stubborn tear of yours refuse to fall
When you are hurt?
Do you remember to say “sorry” in that incredibly
Innocent and genuine voice?

I will not be there always, my child
I am no where
But each time you look at yourself
Seeking the reflection,
Remember to see me there,
For what I am, I have given you
And with that I shall grow in you

What If you do not have my name,
You have what I give you.
Suffice it to say I shall always be.