Farewell Dear Mother Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Farewell Dear Mother

In the orbit of agitation, there's no terrific strength than your genuine love.
You departed us peaceful flashbacks,
Your amour is still our ideal,
And though we can not peek you,
You are always at our bottom,
You were a marvellous mummy,
Your beam was made of sunrise,
And your heart was solid gilt,
And I whirled so hard to meet you, but war was an obstacle.
It gashed our hearts to divest you,
You did not go alone,
For a hunk of us went with you,
But now my heart is splitting because you are no longer here with us.
When I imagine your courteous heart and all those doting lifespans.
Your memories girdle me, and I can't hold back the tears.
You truly were my best well-wisher,
Eminence I could whisper in,
You always had a green embrace
Tepid and mellow grin,
May God bless you,
Dear mummy for disciplining so well,
And though the season has come that I must offer you this bon voyage.
Dear mummy for all the rapture you bared me.
Although you've gone this coast and now You've earned forever.
Just consider you as dozing from the blues and the fatigue.
You have strolled into a mysterious clay.
And left us dreaming the bleakness blow us And smack us on the carpet.
We have to be patient, but it's paining much more.
I can still devour your tone, and I anticipate your light.
Your cherishing can never be denied
Though you have gone,
Your piety lives on our every minute passes away.
In reflections and wraiths will never be vanished endlessly.
I'm indebted to divinity for the time we had,
Your sentiment always made us cheerful.
Allah wills what Allah wills, and when our time's up, it's up.
I'm a shell with no soul...
Your passing has saddened me off as a person.
May Allah re-unite us in Eden.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: I'm a big fan of poetry, literature, and different forms of art. Composing poems is the only outlet for me to express my feelings and cope with life's ups and downs. I devote my spare time to writing, performing, and enjoying poetry at different events and slams. This poem was written on Thursday, the 14th of November 2024. It was such a typical day. I went to attend midday prayer. After just reaching a mosque, I noticed several missed calls on from my sister. Being intrigued as it was an unusual time for her to call, I called her back. I received the news of the shocking tragedy that had afflicted my family. One of the most significant paths to gain the nearness of Allah and one of the most truthful sources of unconditional love had been lost. My mother had embraced death to live the eternal life of Hereafter. The loss of mother is among the losses in one's life, which leaves one completely shaken and nonplussed. The loss of such a magnitude forces us to review our lives, our direction, and the goals that we have set to be achieved. As nothing can be done to reverse what the destiny has brought forth, what actually can be done is to replenish the loss with good deeds comprising of prayers for forgiveness, charity for spiritual rewards, and other good deeds which benefit the life of our mother in the next world. The merciful Allah has opened many channels through which there is a lot of scope for still achieving the pleasure of Allah via the blessed source of our mother. Parents and particularly mother is such a great manifestation of our Sustainer's love and generosity that not only in her lives in this material world they sustain us with her care and love and manifest Allah's blessings and love, but also in her lives after death she continue to be a reason for Allah's mercy and forgiveness on us.
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