Pls, Meet My Mum

MY MOTHER, A LAWYER! One of those, whom I remember! Even if; I go on slumber. Is my Mother? Who is a legal member! She was called to bar, In a month of ember. And works, in an associate chamber. For years now, without number. So many works does she renders. Soliciting, consultancy and also as a mother. Little time does she have on her calendar. Though, she clears task, from one to another. Even in her car, She does not retire. But works, even harder, Cos that’s why she has a driver. Mummy does things Even when not fit, But you’ll notice not, For her face reveals it not. She accomplishes tasks without a mobile reminder. Cos God is her helper. For He has always been her disposer. In all her affairs endeavor. Being a mother, She is the best and you not wonder. But if you bother, See her and will realize I’m not a liar. In her works, You will know how dedicated she is. And in her worship, You’ll know how religious she is. She is blessed in many ways. Her husband alone is outstanding to show. People she helped, has many to say. And GOD knows all her lovely deeds. To dot the i, She is living library. And to cross the t, She is a living mother! May she live long to reap. The fruit of her labour. For as for many, She is more than a mentor. If all mothers Could be like my mother. No child will turn a robber! And No marriage will turn asunder! My dreams for her, Are pleasant to hear. And from ALLAH, the maker! It shall come as favor