Before the sun rose
You rose from bed small
You began your day
With the rooster’s call
Washed the utensils
Cooked the breakfast
I stepped into the kitchen
Only to break my fast.
You went to work
Be it shine or rain
To bring comforts to family
You silently suffered pain
You were the heroine of
a long story of sacrifice
Yet no rewards you claimed
Any day big and nice!
I wish I could build
To you a monument high
Admiring eyes from afar
Could see it in the sky
But a wandering Sufi
All my life I remain
to your honor I dedicate
Just a poem little and plain.
Xavier Bage
Mon, May 09, 2016
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