Seyda Mint Sheikh, A Mother Plus
In the garden of memories, a bloom so divine.
A mother's love, an eternal lifeline.
Reading the holy book, a melody that dawdles on.
She was holy and a saint like persona.
Through her Guiding hands and a comforting embrace,
So many greats emerge.
Her absence, a longing I can’t negate.
Because it’s painful, but pain is all I got.
Through tear-stained skies and whispered prayer,
Her spirit lingers, a presence rare.
She was Loved, she was cherished and adored by all.
A minute spent + her, a lifetime reverberations.
The mother, the friend and the legendary Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
A President, A billionaire, A beggar, she don’t tell apart.
She came, she lived, she thrived, all in a short story line.
A love so pure, now in moments, she's gone.
She was an inspiration to all,
she was remarkably unique,
she was a phenomenal woman.
She raised me up like a father, loved me as mother and respected me like a leader.
She was the greatest ever friend and
a mother +,
more importantly she was Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
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Muhammad S. A. Niasse
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