Poetry from Abduqahhorova Gulhayo

Young Central Asian woman with long dark hair, a long tan dress, standing at a lectern with balloons and signs behind her.

My lord


He never stopped working for his family
He thought about the happiness of his children
He always lived happily and with a smile
My dear, gentle, kind lord

He always held my shoulder and kissed me
He always prayed for me
When I cried, he wiped my tears from my face
My lord, he also gave me joy

He never bowed his head when trouble came
He looked for an opportunity in every task
He always supported his loved ones
My dear, sweet-spoken, generous lord

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