I’m My Mother’s Son
written by: Walid Boureghda
I’m my mother’s son,
A kind of person to meet;
I’m her rays of sun,
Always standing on my feet.
She raised me with care
After the death of my dad;
And with her bro there,
Things just didn’t go so bad.
She sowed love in me,
She did teach me to be strong,
She did teach me to be free
Sailing the life’s seas along.
I’m my mother’s boy.
I’m not at all prodigal.
I’m the fruit of bless and joy;
My life has grown lyrical.
She did pass away,
Over a decade ago;
During nights and days,
She’s in my heart, and lo!
I’m now alone on my own,
Struggling the endless groan.
Walid Boureghda is a 41-year-old Algerian poet, working as an Administrative Executive at Sonatrach-ENI Group. He holds a B.A degree in the English Language and Literature from the University of BATNA in Algeria. He draws inspiration for his poetry from his unceasing love of his beloved wife. He also writes about spreading peace over the world and dispelling hatred and bigotry.
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