it's like grammar school,
learning to spell
my name,
letting my tiny fingers
grip the pencil,
twisting and turning
on the page, the proud
feeling while waiting
for the gold star
and a on the report card...
only to be given a new name,
one that came when i remembered
the Oneness of Love, like a soul
tucked in to a body, waiting
for daddy's good night kiss.
listen.
though we remain His children,
lessons in life acted like paint
hiding a masterpiece beneath.
those dreams of paradise?
they aren't dreams.
4 hours ago
2 comments:
Alhamdulillah! What a lovely and sweet and true poem :) You really need to publish a book of poetry. I will buy the first copy if you autograph it :)
Ya Haqq!
Happy New Year to you and your family, dear Sister :) May Allah bless you all with health, happiness, and ever increasing love and wisdom. Ameen.
Ya Haqq!
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