Ismet…! Iqbal (Toronto)
When you’re not here, everything becomes quieter…!
When you’re not here, there is no “stopper”…!!
So, I roam in the house everywhere…!
Eat your cooked food, whatever & whenever…!!
When you’re not here, the cooked food finishes quicker…!
Then I start to think & ponder & start to remember…!!
I start to pray for you when you’re going to comeover…!
And fill up the buckets with delicious food & flavour…!!
Ehen you’re not here, the laundry basket gets full “over”…!
The house you left tidy & clean, gets over the time dustier…!!
The shoe racks get messed up, one shoe is here, can’t find the other…!
The pant shelves get messed up, can’t find pant or belt proper…!!
When you’re not here, the shirt & coat hangers get messed up all over…!
Can’t make-up my mind, which one to wear, appropriate where…!!
When I come back home, doesn’t have energy to “change-over”…!
Lie down on sofa or bed, until revive from cold and/or fever…!!
When you’re not here, I feel your absence everywhere…!
When I go to mosque for everyday prayer…!!
Doesn’t feel like going to shopping, because you’re not here…!
Life seems not going with zeal, it’s dull, full of prayer…!!
O! God! For one Mom’s absence, we feel “dimmer”…!
Even though for a short while, seems every day a “year”…!!
Keep her safe & sound, health & spirit for us & for her…!
Give us endurance to bear with her, talk as home administrator…!!