From my Mom Bettie P Mitchell Pictures Archive - Us in 1984 Jericho, Palestine.

You call me son.

I call you mother.

Sometimes we have fun.

Some times we run;

From each other;

And from the world;

And from our emotions.

We find ourselves,

In different worlds,

But swiftly, we unite.

Nothing destroys our ties;

And nothing will make us lie.

A strange composition;

Different complexion;

But True emotions,

And true relation.

Mom:

I thank God for being your son!

I wrote this poem for my mom sometime ago. She passed away in 2021 of Cancer. May she rest in peace. Happy Mother’s Day Mom.

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Mohammad Bader

Mohammad Bader

Writer, Thinker, Leader, Counselor, and Poet who wrote The Traveler. A Collection of poetry.