Abdulla and his Mum...
As his mum lays asleep with fever he realizes he must not her awake
Walks around with blisters in his heart wondering what he could take
As his usual milk juice egg was not on the table which she normally lay.
He then rests a tender kiss on her cheek he whispers not what he want to say.
Eyes full of worry and fear he voiced ‘my mum' must get well real soon.
A feeling of guilt invaded me, as he stopped looked the kitchen all around.
An un.derstanding a smile as words concerend escaped for her health be sound
Carried his bag, a comfort kiss on my cheek with his alright biggy I will manage.
the beauty of his heart wet my cheeks just a boy of 15 but not a terrible teenage.
I looked up and a thankful prayer in my heart for this wonderful prize
Boy man in him the fragrance of sweetness he spoke though his silent heart cries.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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