Mother, a poem written by Walid Boureghda at
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written by: Walid Boureghda


She did long watch us burgeon,
All-present for better or worse;
She slaved herself – No excursion!
Her children are her universe.

An endless smile to bring to light
On their faces, she always dreams.
Her inborn love – a candlelight –
Is mingled with merrily beams!

We feel ourselves deeply secure
– Shrouded with her warm homeliness.
Her presence always keeps us pure;
She’s the spring of our happiness.

Such a guide with firm conviction,
And always through our words and deeds,
She spurs us to pursue perfection
In whate’er hinders or impedes.

O Mother! She’s our confidante;
We feel calm to confide in you.
She’s, to her kids, all what they want;
You instill in us concord anew.

Through all her long arduous ordeals,
Her virtues are merely sublime.
Mother’s love, to the world, appeals
Through the long stream of our lifetime.

I wrote these verses for my mom;
Life without her is dull and sour.
She is the one who keeps things calm;
She’s the source of our supreme power.

May her soul rest in endless peace!
My prayers for her shall ne’er surcease.

Walid Boureghda

Walid Boureghda

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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