A Poem By Mustafa Mohamed Said - Ex PDO.
Maryam - My Mother
Our grand-daughter was not three months old when one day
I found myself composing this poem. Far, far away in my
memory-lane I had a feeling that I have read something similar
somewhere and recalled one of the 3-line verse, viz:
“Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well
My Mother”
I searched for the poem and found it. It is one of the sweetest
poems composed by Ann Taylor.
I also discovered that the
lines in quotations in the second verse below were unintentionally
borrowed from Ann Taylor’s charming poem. I decided to leave
them.
Who rocked my cradle when I slept?
And over my sick bed, silently wept.
Who was my guardian through the night?
And always kept me within her sight
My Mother
“Who fed me from her gentle breast?”
And laid my infant head to rest.
Who watched me sleeping in my bed?
“And tears of joyful affection shed”
My Mother
Who helped my tottering feet to walk?
And sweetly, gently with me talk.
Who hugged and cuddled me all the time,
In wintry weather or in summer clime
My Mother
Who kept me enthralled with her love?
And for my safety prayed to God above.
Who loved me more than her own loving self?
And called me her angel, her pretty elf
My Mother
Who fed me patiently on her knee?
And softly, endearingly spoke to me.
Who with pensive eyes for hours long,
Held me in her steady arms so strong?
My Mother
Whose was the name I first pronounced?
And who with joyous cry to all announced.
In absolute glee who danced around?
And filled the house with her rapturous sound.
My Mother
God bless my mom, so loving and caring,
God bless her courage and her daring
God bless her parents and family all
Who stand around me, proud and tall.
God Bless my dad, a pillar of rock,
Strong and sturdy like the mighty oak.
God bless my grandparents who bring me joy
And their families with every girl and boy.
God bless my brother so lovingly cute
I hate when my parents call him brute.
God bless his love for me so great.
May God always protect him, early and late.
MUSTAFA MOHAMED SAID
Our grand-daughter was not three months old when one day
I found myself composing this poem. Far, far away in my
memory-lane I had a feeling that I have read something similar
somewhere and recalled one of the 3-line verse, viz:
“Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well
My Mother”
I searched for the poem and found it. It is one of the sweetest
poems composed by Ann Taylor.
I also discovered that the
lines in quotations in the second verse below were unintentionally
borrowed from Ann Taylor’s charming poem. I decided to leave
them.
Who rocked my cradle when I slept?
And over my sick bed, silently wept.
Who was my guardian through the night?
And always kept me within her sight
My Mother
“Who fed me from her gentle breast?”
And laid my infant head to rest.
Who watched me sleeping in my bed?
“And tears of joyful affection shed”
My Mother
Who helped my tottering feet to walk?
And sweetly, gently with me talk.
Who hugged and cuddled me all the time,
In wintry weather or in summer clime
My Mother
Who kept me enthralled with her love?
And for my safety prayed to God above.
Who loved me more than her own loving self?
And called me her angel, her pretty elf
My Mother
Who fed me patiently on her knee?
And softly, endearingly spoke to me.
Who with pensive eyes for hours long,
Held me in her steady arms so strong?
My Mother
Whose was the name I first pronounced?
And who with joyous cry to all announced.
In absolute glee who danced around?
And filled the house with her rapturous sound.
My Mother
God bless my mom, so loving and caring,
God bless her courage and her daring
God bless her parents and family all
Who stand around me, proud and tall.
God Bless my dad, a pillar of rock,
Strong and sturdy like the mighty oak.
God bless my grandparents who bring me joy
And their families with every girl and boy.
God bless my brother so lovingly cute
I hate when my parents call him brute.
God bless his love for me so great.
May God always protect him, early and late.
MUSTAFA MOHAMED SAID
