To the one in the mirage,
From my imaginations and dreams.
All I can do is picture and hope,
That you are the best version of me.

I might not know what tears you've shed,
Or be aware on what thorns you bled,
But evident it is to me,
Your effortfulness and will.

Memories of me residing in you,
My hope is they bring you joy.
Making you smile during your darkest of times.
Hoping to brighten your heart,
When it is clouded black.

Remember that which mama preached,
Forget not the way of life you stand for.
As for happenings in life,
Remember all is for a cause.
Most of All,
The One who created you loves you.

You may not be that which I wished,
Nor might you take the image I deemed,
But even when roses aren't red,
They still bloom and are ever so elegant.

Show mama and papa love if they may be there,
To your little ones, compassion for they are small.
Indeed even when walls fall,
Never should you forget those who helped you stand on them.

Even when the waves crashes your sail,
Have belief that indeed,
The Mercy of Him will give your ship buoyancy

Determined should you be, so dust it off.
A foundation should you build, made with faith.
A house of Ibadah should you then place.

Be saddened not by falls,
Instead happy always should you be.
The best gift indeed it is.
That joy is what lives within.

I pray for you,
Strength and Hopefulness,
A woman,
Steadfast in religion.
A leader,
Bringing forth admonition.

To the older version of me,
I send love.


© dh_irah✨🦋