A Call from the Heart
by Habeeb Ibraheem

The old woman laid silent
Death haunted her at night,
The breath rattled in her throat,
Her son was a bit late.

The half-shady room was adorned
When a call from near summoned
"Mother. Mother you want something?"
For that delicate call,
Tears were eminent to fall,
The heart for that to swell

"Mother. Mother, you like something?"
The call blew in vain
Her ears received none
All then ended
Just the body remained

Many a time that bitterly echoed
The call, the link and the eternal rest.

Copyright © 2012 - Habeeb Ibraheem
Published: 3/22/12   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem