POEM FOR RAHSAN-RAHSAN

 

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he saw his imperfections
and
minimized
his genius;
he knew his
mistakes
while being driven
by the muses
of his passion.
he loved
cursed
fought demons
and saw God.
he sculpted,
built,
planted,
and painted.
together
we experienced
death–
me, solemn
and composed,
afraid…
him, open, not holding,
broke…
he lives within
the ever-lively
world
of memory, experience
and Spirit;
he thrives in his
waiting
without decay.
and for you,
Rahsan,
he wanted
the life that you
now have–
brilliant! surrounded
by love
and family
success
and faith.
for you,
he (your father)
sacrificed
a look at you face,
a touch of your
hand, the sound
of your voice-
so you could see
his better,
finer
self
In
you.

 

Linda Tauhid
1/28/14

 

Poem for My Mother

 

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POEM FOR MY MOTHER

–Linda Tauhid

this poem
is for my mother
her hands
were soft,
yet firm
for they raised
a gentle, fiery
being
one given to love
and intensity…
through her hands
a new music plays…
a tune that tugs
at cosmic rhythms
and searches earnestly
for Truth–
through her hands
a new music plays;
the song sung by time
and the ages,
the angel’s voices,
the maternal flower
dripping the eternal nectar
of divine-instilled love.
this poem
is for my mother
her hands were soft,
yet firm;
for they raised
a gentle, fiery
being.
in a space
sometimes crowded
by selfishness,
she gave–
through her hands
a new music plays.

Linda Tauhid
Copyright 1984

For Dorothy W. Lindsay, my beloved mother
1919-1984