
To Speak Out for Me

There are shadows on the wall
Whom no one can see
Except for me
They frighten me at times
With their’s scary faces
But there are other times
When they smile down at me
(Sheen-Jan 2022)
I wrote this poem because of my grand daughter Maryam. She, and her mom made the family room their bedroom, as her mom couldn’t climb the stairs, because of her c section. They have now moved upstairs.
It was strange that at night time the child would look to the left side of the room, and start crying. When she looked to the right, she would smile. I have yet to ask someone knowledgeable as to what this means? Are there some unseen presences which only a child can see?
For the duration of their stay downstairs I switched on the recitation of Quran through day, and night. It helped somewhat, but now the mother is having daily nightmares.
Please feel free to express your views
Wishing a happy new year to everyone
Hoping the worries, and problems vanish away
Leaving us calm, and happy for another day
(Sheen- Jan 2022)
Wish the mask wasn’t removed from certain faces
The harsh reality is harder to bear
I’m too frail to cope, and no know naught what to do
O Allah don’t let me fall into despair
(Sheen, Nov 2021)
Life is difficult, it isn’t easy
Full of new hurdles
To make me queezy
(Sheen-Oct 2021)
Life is difficult to live. I don’t know where to start, and where to end.
Son sent me this video, and I’m sharing it.
I’ll hang a dream catcher to catch my dreams
Won’t let them fly away to another world unseen
Should tethered them firmly inside my head
To keep them for years for eternity ahead
Won’t ever let my dreams to fade, and go away
To empty air, and dust untread
Bright, and glimmering giving rays full of hope
That maybe some day they will come true instead
(Sheen, Aug 2021)
The Fourth of July has finally come
A year long wait to have some fun
A joyous day for us to celebrate
With lights, and fireworks
The day culminates
(Sheen- 4th July 2021)
The love you bore me is no longer there
Anguish, abandonment, I can’t bear
I thought of it as resilient withstanding time, and space
What I didn’t know
It would fail the test for grace
It wasn’t the forever kind
The one wish I had in mind
Despair hits me from behind
Where did I go wrong
Still trying to understand
Is it me, or is it you
(Sheen, June 2021)
I want time to stand still
At the early morning light
Filtering through the leaves
Magically they look they are lit inside
The green and the gold shining bright
(Sheen, Sep 2020)
The indifference it hurt
Bitter words were serrated edges
Painful beyond words
Lacerating, wounding
Reminding what was getting lost
Silences grew to become the norm
And love turned to dust
(Sheen, July 29, 2020)