My Name is Mother
Yes , I don’t have any other name
Because I don’t need the one
Being a mother was always enough for me
An unknown world snatched my poor heart
Then I became a ghost myself to be one with my child
Can’t there be only a window between me and him ?
I want to see him , I promise I will not ask for more
You can see a big black hole at the place of my heart
It is the same for every mother ,who loses her child
I did not have the eyes to bury him, I wonder who did ?
Please let me know it is only a bad dream and it will end soon
But every morning I wake up and it is the same
Perhaps my child is gone outside to play and he will be back
Sometimes I see him sitting next to me
He says , Mom , don’t believe them , I am not dead or gone ”
please , let me sleep forever
Maybe sleep and death are sisters .
Poem by Ruqia Ismat
Tuesday , Oct 25.