The Hands That Rocked The Cradle

Assalaamualykum,
This is first poem I've written...Hope u like it...

The Hands that Rocked the Cradle


The Hands that slapped your face today...

...are the same hands...

...that were the first to hold you...
...that cleaned you when you soiled your daipers...
...that rocked your cradle so you could sleep...
...that supported your back so you could learn to sit...
...that fed you your first morsel...
...held your tiny hands and taught you to walk...
...that bathed you everyday...
...that laundered and ironed your clothes for you...
...that wiped away your tears...
...that picked you up when u fell...
...that cooked your favourite food for you...
...that waved you good bye to school...
...that sewed back the button in your shirt...
...that patted your head out of love...
...that bandaged your wounds...
...that blew innumerable kisses to you...
...that held your hand and taught you to write...
...that patted your back when you won your first trophy...
...that tucked you to bed...
...that steered the wheel to take you to parks and parties...
...that gave you your pocket money...
...that gifted you your first mobile...

...the same hands... that are held up in Du'a...
...today and always...
...pleading ALLAH for your wellbeing...your health...your success...your prosperity...your happiness
...and...
your love...your attention...your obedience...your time...

Go kiss those hands that slapped your face today!

© 2005 - UmmIlyaas

Abu Hurayrah (raa) said, "I heard the Messenger of Allah, sallallahu 'alayhi wasalam, say, "May he perish! May he perish! May he perish!" It was asked, "Who, O Messenger of Allah?" The Prophet, sallallahu 'alayhi wasalam, said, "He whose parents attain old age in his life, one or both of them, and he does not enter Paradise (because of his goodness towards them)."