My Mother Poem by Syeda Saira
My Mother
My mother
so generous and s mild is she,
she is unhappy you'll never find,
the one who loves her the most is me,
to everyone she is so kind.
My mother
In troubles she would find a way,
be it night or day,
ideas wouldn't be mean or bad,
which wouldn't make anyone sad.
My mother
She chooses things for me nice and gay,
which in my whole life i can't pay,
give her a long life,
to Allah i pray.
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