MY DAYS ARE COUNTED

An address of an old mother to her only son

My days are counted

Oh, my son, the only son

Face wrinkled, memories vague

It's me, mother, your old mother.

     Wished long, long ago, a little face to see

     Days not passed without prayers

     Blessed with you at last, in the old

     Happiest, the memorable moments.

Earlier than me, your Dad

Called by Him, the wound unhealed,

Closed his eyes, frozen,

Only three you were, in my lap.

     Have I been a shadow to you

     From dawn to dusk 

     Had I  tasted food before you had ?

     Had I slept before you were put to bed ?

Knew not the long span time caring for you

My days are numbered, for the legs ungrip 

Hold my hands, they tremble

Closer to me, eyes fading, gloom envelops

     Oh, dear son, the only son

     My days are counted

     Had I not been just and fair to you ?

     A little, love and care for me, before I leave.

sayed thangal

Reviews

[Tam Warink]

An admonition perhaps of self or those that have not yet considered this time of life. It permits an guided examination of the relationship between mother and child as time passes from beginning to end. Nicely done, Sayed.

100 fair blessings

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks for your positive encouragements

[Sami Khalil]

The parents are the roots of the tree of life and we are its fruits. We don't realize or see thier sacrifices for they can be underground but heaven knows...A very good poem...:)..................

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks a lot my dear

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)........................

[Asima Zahid]

very nicely portrayed feelings and touching as well.

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks for the lovely words,
sayed

[Daffy]

Tears are now in my eyes, Sayed. It is my only wish, that when my days are counted, both my sons are with me. I am also a single parent, they will be orphaned when I'm gone, but thanks to years gone by, they will be well into their mid-life. Your poems have a way of capturing the significant moments of our lives. Well done, and thanks.

[SAYED THANGAL]

your words also make me feel some thing tragic in my mind, thanks a lot madam.

[Daniel Sala]

What a beautiful poem, Sayed, a fine description of what a parent, in this case a mother is ans should hope to receive from her children in old age. Very tenderly written, touching and hopefully thought-provoking for some people in many ways. A great write of yours, Sayed.

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks my dear friend

[Vidya Bacchus]

What a most lovely tribute to our parents.They who have been there for us since our birth going hungry so we could eat.When they are older it is our duty and right to take care of them as they took care of us.Although children now think it is too much work to take care of their parents instead stick them in a home and consider their duty done.Amost lovely write sayed:)

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks for your comment, you read the poem in detail, got the idea with utmost sincerity ,
sayed

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome:)