A Letter to My Mother

If one day this fragile heart should cease,

My soul will hold just one last wish in peace:

In that last breath, that final fleeting hour,

Mother, to see you once more is my power.

My gentle one, so loving, warm, and kind,

Around your children, tears you often bind.

Through every trial life placed upon your way,

You stood unbroken, strong in every day.

My angel here on earth, my shining sun,

Your smile can brighten all when day is done.

When your bright eyes so full of light I see,

This world feels whole and perfect just for me.

Now I confess the truth I could not say:

A selfish child—I’ve been along the way.

To such a mother, pure and full of grace,

I’ll never be deserving of your place.

At times I spoke with words both sharp and cold,

An ignorant heart, a soul not yet grown old.

Though years have passed and I have aged in time,

I’m still that foolish child in this strange life of mine.

Are all mothers like you—I wonder so,

Who never blame when children hurt them so?

One question lives inside my restless heart:

From where does such deep endless love all start?

My dearest mother, patient through it all,

My life, my hope, the one who lifts me tall.

It’s true I’m not the child you hoped I’d be,

But you’re the greatest mother there could be.

My name is Tursunova Mehrinoz Oybek qizi. I was born on February 28, 2005, in Andijan region. Currently, I am a third-year student at Andijan State Pedagogical Institute. I chose primary education because I enjoy working with children.

My favorite activities are reading books and learning languages. At the moment, I work as a Turkish language teacher. In my free time, I enjoy writing poems.