It looked as if she took her last breadth.
I fell out and cried even louder than her.
Day by day,
She held me close to her chest.
Very often,
I sucked and bit her breast.
She gave me water when I was in thirst.
I vomited and soiled her vest.
She carried be from east to west.
To lay me down to rest.
Above all this she took to be the first.
She made sure I was at my best
Even it meant she being at her worst.
My worldly angel.
She brightens my darkness like a candle.
Her love for me will never dwindle.
Forever, I will appreciate
She has an art
Of making me feel her presence
Even when we are miles apart.
Her anger does not last.
Because I know my place in her heart.
I will just fake a condition
And there, she becomes restless.
I also found an art
Of erasing her anger.
The longer she shall live,
The longer I shall not grieve.
©najat
N