A Mother’s Day Poem
By Intisar Seraaj
In the beginning of our time together,
The bond between mothers and their children are so physical.
Air kisses for their boo boo
Forehead kisses when they boo-hoo
Cheek kisses because they’re a part of you
Hugs when they’re sad
Hugs when they’re mad
Hugs when they accomplish something rad
Slowly, children leave their mother’s arms
Headed towards various harms
Ambitious to crawl, walk, and run
Ready to explore, learn, and have fun
Ready to make friends, learn to drive, and live a good life
Ready to make mistakes, experience love, and be old enough for the nightlife
Mothers are our first and best teachers
But experience and time are also life’s preachers
Babes look back to their moms for advice, wisdom, and aid
No matter how old their offspring grow, that’ll never fade
Your children will always wanna run back to you
They’re on a journey of self-discovery, although you already knew
Who they are is partly you and because of you
But they let their children free so they see both of their value
That invisible umbilical cord is real
Forever connected, and that connection is a big deal
Whether children move away because of the military, school, or marriage
They’ll use up mileage to cross bridges to reconnect to their lineage
When youngsters are separated from their mothers in foster care
They still care about the welfare of their mama bear
When we’re quarantined and kept away from our mommies
Kids will try new things like writing letters or video chatting just to “shoot the breeze”
When our time together ends and only our mother’s spirit remains
Memories of her might sustain us but the pain continues to reign
Mothers and their cubs are infinitely attached
That bond is unparalleled, unrivaled, and unmatched
And for those who step in as mother figures to raise children in need
Woman, you are of a different breed
Stepping up to grow another’s seed
Not for accolades, nor for greed
We see you being a blessing and it’s agreed
You’re a God-sent goddess, indeed
Because moms are comparable to none
They are the moon, stars, and the sun
They’re a child’s first home
Providing a piece of peace, salaam, shalom
They’re prayer warriors, leaders, and inspirations
They’re the walk, the talk, and the actions
Whether you call them madre, mère, or mama
Mothers are precious, beloved, and dear