Wilted Rose Blues

An original poem by (sister) Judy Nelson-Eldawy

So you've got a boulder on shoulder
A black cloud overhead
The tiniest little thing starts you seeing red.
You grumble, grump and grouse
As you slide into the blues.
You're in a psychedelic funk
Because you don't know what to do.
Have no fear, there is a cure.
My dearest wilted Rose.
To help you get a grip
On your multicolored woes.
You say your family's' started changing
Becoming something strange.
And you're lonely 'cause your friends have flown
To land from whence they've came.
Well, first things first
Get out of the house.
Out into the sun.
Rediscover outdoor pleasures,
Just because there're fun.
And while you're soaking up the sun
Think of things you'll say
When you gently confront your family
To ask them why they've changed.
You have to open dialog
and speak up loud and clear.
Otherwise they'll never know
What it is you fear.
And to assist in your struggle
Combating these droopy blues.
You must help out people
Who are less fortunate than you.
The old, the sick, the weak and lame.
The frazzled mom, the shut in dame.
There's no time worn adage more true, than:
"By helping out others, you help yourself too."
Most importantly, dear Rose, remember Allah.
'Cause this life is just a test.
Of obedience to His Will,
In the worst of times
As well as the best.
Say 'Alhumdulilah' for whatever happens
Make "there is no god but Allah and Mohammed is His Prophet" your creed.
The Most Beneficent and the Most Merciful
Will give you what you need.
And, inshaAllah, my dearest friend
You'll find things aren't quite as bad as you think.
Before you know it, instead of sadly blue.
You'll find yourself
Tickled "Rose-y" pink.