MOHAMMAD SKATI


Our pretty mothers


Every pretty song,
In our time,
In the past, and
In the future,
Is a great song
Done by a lovely creature,
My mother or your mother
Is not any woman, but
She is a great soul that
Is behind our survival,
There is nothing prettier
Than my mom or your mom,
Our mothers inspire us to
Be sublime in life,
She sacrifices all herself
For us all the time,
She is not a dream, but
She is a real fact,
She is the prettiest song
Ever sung by anyone,
She is the pretty hymn
Of life,
Without that pretty touch of
Our moms,
There will not be pretty life,
She -My mom or your mom - is
The real fountain of warmth,
Our moms' words are behind
Our wisdom in our life,
She is our eyes which
Enable us to see clearly,
Love is the most precious thing
She gives to all her kids
Without exception, so
She is the true light
Of our life and in our life.

Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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