A Sincere Letter
My Dearest Child
Finally you have taken the steps to talk to me
To address me as living limb
Finally you integrate me into a breathing soul
Showering me with questions
While you remained a long years of silence
Now you know of my existence and that I’m more than a beating heart
I lived all this years within you and all you did is looked down on me
Similarly like I have no existing place
Choosing to neglect my voice and ran deaf to my cries
Now, the hit of life strike bad and hard
The pain bangs on your door
Without me your just corpse, a soul without a home
Luckily it was not too late, running back to your roots
The roots are the place where you belong
The base of your existence despite its imperfection
It embraces you back without hitting a spear of blame
And I’m nothing but a compassionate heart
I remain always sincerely yours
Your beloved heart
Similarly like I have no existing place
Choosing to neglect my voice and ran deaf to my cries
Now, the hit of life strike bad and hard
The pain bangs on your door
Without me your just corpse, a soul without a home
Luckily it was not too late, running back to your roots
The roots are the place where you belong
The base of your existence despite its imperfection
It embraces you back without hitting a spear of blame
And I’m nothing but a compassionate heart
I remain always sincerely yours
Your beloved heart
copyright 2005 nasra al adawi
posted by iamnasra at 6:30 AM
9 Comments:
your words are so warm and compassionate. what a beautiful, personal, intimate letter.
It's true, there are people who are ashamed of their roots and talk descendingly about where they come from. Your poem speaks of compassion indeed, and despite it all a person belongs where he belongs no matter what he has said of it.
It astonishes me how sons and daughters neglect and deny their parents (roots) and even feel ashamed of them! But it also amazes me how compassionate and forgiven the heart of a parent is.
Well put!
Lorena..Thank you so much for your kind words
Liz..yeah you are right sometime we forget that
Faith
I like the way you indicated on our parents..your brought something that I did not look at it at all but after reading the poem..I got the feel that is all about parents...
This is absolutly gorgeous, as a mother it defines so much about the hopes and fears of bringing up and finding peace in the relationships with children. I'm so pleased you found my blog
this reminded me of a close friend of mine ....it seemed you brought her to life .....its amazing what more can i say....
wow that is so beautiful!
such tender warmth!
seeing a new born in our family has made me realise how much hard it must have been for our parents when we are lil.
This is so beautiful Nasra. What a lovely reminder of the selfless love a parent has for their child.
Sue hardy-Dawson
Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry..Im glad you enjoyed it
Meetu
Thank u for visiting my blog and Im sad to hear about your friend..Though she is gone but she will live forever in your heart
Arch
Oman is great city..it has certian touch in it...
Gulnaz
Yeah Im sharing your feeling as my sister got baby girl recently...its a blessing from God...
Nomadica
Thank you so much..As you are a journlist, I feel so honored having my poetry praised by you.
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