“Mother… Look Who Came at Last” (A Son’s Silent Confession for His Mother)
This image represents the moment a broken son finally stands before his mother — not with pride, but with regret, love, and a silent plea for forgiveness, echoing the soul of the poem.
Image Context:
The cover image reflects the emotional core of “Mother… Look Who Came at Last” — a son returning to his mother with guilt in his heart and gratitude in his hands. The gentle grip symbolizes unconditional maternal love, while the son’s posture reflects remorse, humility, and an unspoken confession. This visual moment mirrors the poem’s central theme: a mother who forgives without asking, and a son who realizes her worth too late.
Introduction : Sometimes we walk through life forgetting the hands that held us when we were weak. Sometimes we grow up and forget the heart that beat only for us. This poem is not just words, it is a confession of guilt, regret, and love. It is the cry of a son who realized too late how much his mother gave and how little he returned. Every line carries the pain of unspoken gratitude and silent shame. If these words make your heart feel heavy, then they have reached the right place. This is not just a poem — it is a reminder.
“Mother… Look Who Came at Last”
(A Son’s Silent Confession for His Mother)
Mother… look who has come at last—
it’s me, broken, lost, haunted by my past.
Your useless son, ashamed and weak,
with a heart too heavy now to speak.
Look, Mother, it’s Shahzad who stands here,
eyes full of sorrow, choked with fear.
The son you raised with gentle hands,
who forgot your love and broke your plans.
I remember the days I fell and cried—
I ran to you, nowhere to hide.
You held me close, you wiped my tears,
you silenced my childish fears.
You lost your sleep so I could rest,
you carried my pain inside your chest.
And I walked freely, blind and proud,
while you prayed for me alone and bowed.
You said, “Allah is enough, my son,”
“He will fix things, He is the One.”
And I never knew the weight you carry,
never felt your tired soul.
Even now when my heart feels torn,
your voice heals what pain has worn.
One soft word from your gentle tongue,
and I feel safe, like when I was young.
You never asked me for anything,
not my effort, not my offering.
You never said, “What did you give?”
You only showed me how to live.
Your smile breaks something deep in me,
it shows me what I failed to see.
It makes me feel quiet shame inside,
for every tear that I was blind.
What did I give in return to you?
Only pain, only wounds I drew.
Yet you still look at me with grace,
a soft, forgiving, loving face.
You are my world, my breath, my air,
my silent prayer, my only care.
Even ten lives would fall too small,
to repay your love, your light, your all.
I speak these words when I’m alone,
too weak to say them when I’m home.
In front of you my voice feels tight,
but alone… my heart learns how to write.
But Mother, hear this silent vow—
I will not be the same from now.
No more pain, no careless tone,
no harsh word ever thrown.
I will be your peace, I will be your shield,
like you held me close inside your heart.
No tear will fall from your sweet eyes,
not while your son still lives to care for you.
May Allah keep you safe and bright,
fill your days with warmth and light.
And let me live to see you smile,
because of me… even just a while.
Ameen.
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Author’s Note (Summary) :
Mother, look, see who has come after so much time. Look, I have come — your son, your useless son. Mother, look, your Shahzad has come. Your son whom you raised with so much love. Look, Mother, I am that son of yours for whose sleep you would waste your own sleep. Look, Mother, I have come — that son of yours whose every foolish talk you listened to as if it were something very necessary and important. Look, Mother, I have come — your son whom you yourself taught with the hope that one day I would become a successful person. Look, Mother, I am the one who never valued you and troubled you so much, even at that time when you used to say, “Put your hope in Allah, my son, everything will be fine.”
Mother, I still remember when, in childhood, whenever I fell and got hurt, I would come running to you and start crying, and you would calm me down. Mother, do you remember that whenever you told me that heaven lies under a mother’s feet, even then I used to trouble you, and you would still forgive me, considering me your innocent child. Mother, I have tormented you so much and caused you so much worry, but still you never stopped loving me, and you never let me stay hungry. And despite all this, I have never even once till today told you what place you have in my heart or how much I love you.
Mother, even now, when I become worried, the way you console me… Mother, you have done so much for me, but I have never done anything for you, and despite this, you never even jokingly said to me, “What have you done for me?” I know that I have given you a lot of pain, a lot of suffering, but after all this, you still look at me smiling. Sometimes, seeing your smiling face, I tell myself to feel some shame. I mean, what have I given in return to the person who gave her entire life in my name? What have I given, after all? Only sorrow and pain. How unfortunate I am, Mother, that I never valued you. But Mother, in the whole world, you are the only one whom I consider my world. Mother, you are my world, you are dearer to me than my life, Mother. Even if Allah gives me ten more lives, even then I cannot repay your favors, Mother.
Look, Mother, how stupid your son is — he doesn’t have the courage to say these things in front of you, and here, alone, he is opening his heart. But now I will not remain useless like before, Mother. I will take full care of you and will never hurt you in any way. I will never let not even a single drop of tear fall from your eyes. And just as you took care of me, now I will take care of you in the same way. Mother, I promise that I will always keep you smiling and will not even think of speaking to you in a loud voice. May Allah show you all my happiness, and may Allah show me you happy and smiling because of me, Mother. Ameen.
Awareness Message :
This poem is dedicated to every woman who places all the happiness of the world at the feet of her children.
My mother, your mother, and all our mothers — who have silently given sacrifice after sacrifice for our smiles and our future.
And this poem is a reminder for sons like me, and for every child who becomes careless, who raises their voice at their mother over small things, or hurts her without thinking.
Just think for a moment: can a mother ever wish bad for her child?
No — never.
So why do we spend our lives hurting the one who is our living heaven?
Just pause. Think once.
Maybe, like me, someone among you will feel ashamed — and at least try to become better.
Always remember: a mother laughs for her children, and a mother cries only for her children.
Now the question is… what will we choose?
To make her smile — or to make her cry?
Wait did this poem make you think of your mother and feel something deep inside?
If it did, share it with someone who might need this reminder too.
Leave your thoughts in the comments — your heart matters here.
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Disclaimer :
This poem is written by the author only for awareness and positive purpose. It is not written to harm, target, or offend any person or group. Please do not misuse or misinterpret this work. Respect this piece of art as it is — a message of love, regret, and healing.
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