My Fathers Name

This, my dear father, is my tribute to you;

I carry your name, that much is true.
Though I have gathered no riches nor achieved great fame,
All that I found were the treasures in a name.
No man needs more than you have given to me,
Where once I was blind, now I can see.
Your spirit travels with me, that much I know,
Like a star it shines with a heavenly glow.
Names are memories of people we knew,
Sometimes forgotten when the living is through.
What a folly it is to be proud though great,
Lowly hangs the head before the judgement gate.
Friends, gather near and hear my tale,
How we sometimes win and often fail.
The brighter side of this whole story,
Is that by being humble, Wahib won his glory.
Mother
If I were to sing you a song,
it would have to be;
How sweet and loving,
you were to me.
Warm was your heart,
and gentle your touch;
My only wish,
that I loved you as much.
To laugh and love,
was your refrain;
Those endless days,
there was no rain.