May Mom

My mom is the greatest person.
She is my hero! I am proud of her.
Mom doesn’t have any wings and strong muscles.
But she is greater than any heroes.
Without my mom, I will never be in this word.
My mom bore me and took me along in her wombs for nine month.
I hadn’t been strong enough to grow out side.
It was warm and comfortable to be here.
Mom’s wombs grew bigger and heavier.
Mom feed tired, but she didn’t complain.
When I was born, mom was feeling in plain.
But she wasn’t angry at me.
She was even smiling and crying.
Not because of her sadness, but of her happiness.
Mom was hugging and kissing me.
Her first embrace topped my crying and calm me down.
My mom is my hero.
When I was a baby, nothing I could do.
If I wanted something, I just could cry.
Mom hugged and wean me in her arms.
I felt comfort in her embrace.
Mom was always there for me.
At night, she used to awake and accompany me.
When I was hungry, thirsty, or getting wet, mom fulfilled my needs right away.
Even mom was sleepy, she stayed awake every time I need.
When I was sick, mom become my favorite nurse.
Since my body was not well, I couldn’t stop crying.
Mom didn’t sleep because she tried to calm me down night and day.
Although she was tired, she did never complain.
My mom sings so beautiful.
I love to hear mom sing a song.
Her voice is so soft and melodious like nightingale.
She sing me a song about the sun, bird, and the rain.
My mom is so talented in telling a story, too.
Every night she tells me a story until I get sleep.
About little boats, elephants, and rabbits.
Mom’s face is the first and the last thing I see every day.
Mom always smiles.
Mow I am a big girl. Look!
I am tall now. I go to school every day.
I can do anything by myself.
Mom said that I am her pious sun.
I don’t understand,
But, I like to be a pious girl.
Mom said it makes god love me.
Mom is my hero.
I will compense her merit.
I have study hard to reach my dream.
I talk in a good manner to mom.
I always obey her advices.
I pray for mom every day.
I will be a good girl.
I love my mom and she love me, too.
Her love to me is so huge, more than the earth and the planets.
My love to mom is like a distance between the sun and Pluto.
You know that furthest planet, don’t you?
I always pray that Allah the compassionate loves my mom.
“oh my god! Forgive my sins, and the sins of my parents. Have mercy on them both as they have look after me since I was little.”