Mother
Like medicine in pain,
like cool water in thirst
and like pleasure in gain,
mother, you were to me,
though I could not at first
realize it. Now I see
my earth without you hell;
sorrow rings here like bell.
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2015
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