MY Mother
By Urooj Mazhar
My mother is like an angel to me, for she understands me, and my problems.
She shares my happiness and my grief.
When i am sad,
She makes me smile,
When i am angry,
She cools me down,
I hide my tears,
but she is the first one to see,
When i am bit late from school,
She prays for me,
The mess in my room
makes her cross.
When she shots,
there’s a message of love in her voice,
Thank you God, you made my
mother really very very nice,
Her love, gentleness care…
nothing can be defined,
In a few verses of poetry of rhyme.
