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Poem of the Week — Nurul Amillin Hussain

Posted on November 30 2017

My Mother's Religion
from the poetry collection 'BEEF'

"My mother's religion
lies in the dust undusted next to picture frames,
seeping into flowers that un-arrange themselves,
recovering in panadol tapwater.
Her faith,
precariously placed
in arms that reach above our heads
into cupboards with teacups.
She tiptoes,
is careful when she whispers advice.

She loves us with two hugs every morning.

She shows us,
one hand in ours,
how to find healing in between tea leaves,
leave dust undusted, speak softly -
how to seek God in secret places."
— Nurul Amillin Hussain

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