MOTHER (H)E(ART)(H) by Jamiu Ahmed



MOTHER (H)E(ART)(H) 

"Times are words,
 Moments are pages,
 Ages are chapters,"
written as code in between the wings of time
Flying away like a bird running from extinction

Life — a wife that doesn't find reason to live
She gave birth to a bonny lass, with treasures
hidden deep beneath the pores of her face

Her heart is the fertile meadow, where seeds
are cultivated into trees of love, faith & hope

She's the beautiful maiden that caresses the
King's feet at night, as the grey moon melts
Into the dark sky with zillion dazzling stars
falling back Into her eyes like the reflection 
Of light rays from the fields of ice at sea

She's the living womb from a womb that enwomb, 
Laced with mountains & hills, where children suckle 
Wisdom from the milk & honey that flows like river, 
Running through her sacred thorax down to her body. 

She's that beautiful roadside colorful lily & rose, 
Trampled upon by heavy feet & life moving autos, 
Downtrodden, crushed & bruised with scars imprint, 
Broken, fragmented into rock pieces & sand grains, 
Melt into dust, blown from west to east, north & south, 
Rain fell upon & erosion washed off her alluring  face. 

She's bruised, yet not broken. 

"She's a woman,
She's a mother,
She's beautiful."

©®   Jamiu Ahmed.

For  Mirii Miryam

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