Three Years

Mother, why do you keep
calling my name?
You know I’m with you
though nothing is the same.

I‘m always there
to relieve your pain
of not seeing nor touching me,
nor hearing my voice again.

Don’t worry I visit you
every single day
Whether you’re awake,
asleep, and when you pray.

As you lie
on the sofa or bed,
I rest my head Mother,
next to your head.

Listen to my voice
when I whisper in your ear
Even from afar,
to you, it’s still near.

When you hug my picture
to give me a kiss,
I return it
Dear Mother, with bliss.

I know how painful it is
for you to go on…
Now three years passed
since I have been gone.

Wipe your tears, Mother
and give me a smile,
I know those three years
weren’t a short while.

But I also know
that you’re very strong
You survived my death
by keeping me, where I belong.

You kept my legacy
all these years alive
Without it, we wouldn’t
have been able to survive.

And Mother, I’m closer
to you now than before,
As we have become One
Not two anymore.

You must know
that I love you so…
I’m always with you
and will never let go...

I hope it lessens
your unbearable pain
For you to know I’m with you
I say it now, and forever again…

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari