My Mother

[Striver]

This is a poem a student age 12 wrote. He only has a mother.

My Mother
The gentle touch she gave,
May Allah reward her for being brave.

I thank her for I am still alive,
For she has struggled to help me strive.

I thank Allah for My Mother is kind,
Although I’ve been naughty, she doesn’t mind.

She has a wonderful face,
That Allah gave her with lots of grace.

She gives me presents that she always gives,
And I thank Allah for she still lives.

The gentle touch she gave,
May Allah reward her for being brave.