My Mother
MY MOTHER
When I look into the past,
I remember my mother's fast,
She keeps giving us food,
but not let herself eat it,
and ask me to have it,
she never show her tiredness,
to keep us happy she show her face painless,
she sleeps sleepless nights,
everyday for us she keeps fights,
she fight with sun,
in whch her skin gets burn,
she fight with rain,
in which she hides her pain,
she fight with cold breeze,
but don't let us freeze,
in her arm,
i feel warm,
and don't get me any harm,
her problems doesn't bother her,
but my sickness worry her,
she forgot her illness,
for my fitness,
my mother is iron lady,
for us she is ever ready,
she lost her own dreams,
only to fulfill my dreams,
she is one who hold my hand,
since then she is my best friend,
she taught me to walk,
she taught me to talk,
she can understand my inner chords,
when i was scared,
she has to beared,
when i screamed at night,
she hug me tight,
from her i can't hide my pain,
knowing this she is vain,
she is my angel,
who knows my every angle,
she is my strength not my weakness,
she can see my deepness,
when she comes to her stirckness,
shows herself emotionless,
and like us shows her stubborness,
but still she loves me alot,
cares about me a lot,
my mother is my guide, my friend
and a precious gift from god to me..!!
LOVE YOU MOM!!
Copyright © Shemaila Mehtab Baig | Year Posted 2016
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