I saw him a moon, shining like no other
Handsome as he hides his tears from his mother
No longer a child… he’d make his mother proud… goodbye Jassim
* * *
I looked upon a sight and O’ what a sight
I saw his face like the moon, drenched within light
A moon flickering as he welcomes his plight
He leaves his mother within a moonless night
O’ child my nights are days in your presence
I will light candles just to fill your absence
To light candles she’d vowed… he’d make his mother proud… goodbye Jassim
* * *
I used to smile when to me you’d awake
And when you would sleep O’ Jassim I would ache
I’d cry for your pain and smile for your sake
And now that you leave, every memory you’ll take
You leave your mother as a child no more
Memories of your youth become for me, torture
Her heart, grief, would enshroud… he’d make his mother proud… goodbye Jassim
* * *
No it’s not easy to bid my son goodbye
I’ve drawn your beauties on the lens of my eye
I adored you when from Ramla you were shy
I adore you now, as your youth you deny
I adore the rose that today holds a sword
The gem of my eyes that none else could afford
As to his youth he bowed… he’d make his mother proud… goodbye Jassim
* * *
Your age will not know how a heart is broken
I won’t get to tell you with tomorrow’s dawn
Know that it won’t break, no, it would be stolen
Daily I’ll search for it but you won’t return
For a broken heart, every hour is late
There will be no Jassim to bear such a weight
And they cry out aloud… he’d make his mother proud… goodbye Jassim
* * *
Today, they see you, like a moon flickering
Since your birth O’ Jassim, I’ve seen you shining
You leave and with you, your sword and helmet bring
And when you leave you take from me everything
Reach into my chest, and take from me my heart
With it take my soul, for now with it I part
He takes with him his shroud… he’d make his mother proud… goodbye Jassim
* * *
When you gifted to me years of your presence
Is it fair to torture me with your absence?
Your mother was crushed by mountains of patience
And beneath its weight, this queen calls for her prince
No-one came to lift it and to sooth my pain
I tried to gasp for air and drowned within rain
And tells her, every cloud… he’d make his mother proud… goodbye Jassim
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(London – 18/05/13)