My shoulders
Bent over
Burdened with
Life’s cares and
Worries;
I think my tiredness
has sapped the strong will~
my knees buckle
A small spark lights up
And I listen to his voice
‘I am here holding your hand,
Give me your words my poet
And I will become your poem’.
ZSA_MD (2011)
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
About Zakiah
I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading.
That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5.
I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years.
Hope to see you on my blog.
i feel like this when writer’s block hits. beautiful piece zakiah!
Thank you Michael.
Lovely poem, Dr. Zakiah. I feel the poem now that I am 80. Aches and pains have become my daily companions.
I love the ending! 🙂 I’m so glad you listen to him, and keep writing! I can always relate to your poems!
HUGS!!! 🙂
Thanks Carolyn. The voice in my brain sometimes whispers, and sometimes it is like the blare of a conch. I am glad I listen to it too. Thanks for the comment.
You’re welcome! Thank you for sharing your poetry! I write a lot of poetry…I just don’t have the courage to share it very often.
I am glad you liked this poem Frank. The older we get, the more sentimental we perhaps become?
Love the ending too 🙂