When my mother dies,
Will I be ready to accept it?
It will be the day,
I won't stop my expressions from expressing.
It will be the day, when
I will be crying for the first time,
And my mother will not be there to calm me.
It will be the day,
I will realise a familiar face vanish forever,
A face I have seen throughout my life.
It will be the day,
My taste buds will know
Even the best chef can't cook like her.
It will be the day,
I have to find my stuff
And can’t call out to her to help me.
It will be the day,
I will be truly alone for the first time.
It will be the day,
I will miss her smell when,
I used to lie on her lap.
It will be the day,
I will feel the void that my mother left,
No one ever can fill.
To my mother,
I will never be ready,
For no one ever has.
It will be the day.
-Abdul Wahid Saleem