Gone for years, but the memories still linger in the hearts,
The pain still hunts,
It cuts so deep in the heart and it still hurts.
Life’s the fastest trip but only the wise gives in some thoughts,
Flashing back in memory gets the eyes wet and the body hots.
“May you be blessed.” Was your favourite phrase.
Remembering your words make eyes drop tears,
And the heart cracks.
“May Allah bless your grave and your progenies guide.”
Become my favorite phrase since your demised.

Gone for years,
But they set only a day for you.
Mothers day- they call it,
This is foolishness in all its ramifications and I call it feeble.
Within this ideology they wish everyone is entangle,
Away from this foolishness I’ll always struggle.
For every day of my life in your thoughts I’ll spend,
If Allah makes me able.

My Queen from the Nile,
My unlettered heroine, a pearl in my heart,
My Mother, my perfect Woman, my love!
They said you are gone for years,
So for you is just a day.
Yes, you are gone.
But gone for what?
Gone for Glory, and Not for Gold,
So for you are all days.
while the Body lays in the Dusts,
May the Soul rests with the Lord of Hosts.
May Allah bless your journey,
Ameen may the angels answered.

Gone for Glory, and not for Gold,
For years you’ve sojourned.
Sooner or later i too shall sojourn on this same path,
Whenever the time comes,
I have but only one wish..
That with the righteous may we be unite,
In Allah’s house of guests,
Aljannatul firdousi, an abode so blessed.

©Musa Shehu Uthman
July, 2015
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