your bosom covered,
In off white, cream, pure cotton,
Tasbeeh in hand,
Praying away the devil,
An immaculately clean room,
Everything in its position,
Lillies grew around the house,
Alongside the array of flowers and vegetables you grew,
An exquisite fragrance, how much pride you took,
You would kiss me on my forehead,
Call me Ameera Rani,
How joyous you would be to see me,
Immediately I would lay there with you,
Spend hours talking and laughing,
you were a Romantic,
I guess I take it after you,
running to the depths of the world, far and wide
To Love Life,
and to love Love,
One day,
I came to you, helpless,
We sat whilst the sun beamed,
I was being tortured, I cried,
You wished you could take me out of hell,
You were patient with me,
Pure, Silk, White,
Whilst sitting amongst green,
Surrounded by bees and bountiful colours,
We were in heaven,
A paradise you had created,
My ears miss you,
They throb from missing the words you would speak,
Your phone line does not ring any longer,
Hours would pass,
A grandma and her granddaughter,
But truly you were my Mother,
The knowing of someones loves,
How rich the experience,
Since no love was given as a child,
She expected nothing off me,
I was Me,
and she was Ama.
May you be basking in the sun rays,
White light surrounding you,
Send me prayers,
I am in need of you.