By: maryam shahood


Do you wonder
how you have been brought up by a single mother?

It was hard for her.
Manier times she lost her mind,
but  she never looked behind,
she was so kind.

Instead of mourning on memories,
she kepts aside all her worries,
Do anything to please
you are her happiness keys.

Manier times she cried in the room,
but she never showed  her gloom,
she never wanted it to be a barrier
for you to bloom.

Be her sunshine
let her call you mine
I admire those who are alone 
you are everything that she own.