Poetry from Diyora Kholmatjonova

Young Central Asian girl with dark hair up in a braid and a white lacy collared shirt and a backpack.
Diyora Kholmatjonova
Mom, I miss you

A feeling divides the heart
I wish my way was near
My heart still misses you
Mom, I miss you

Let me be a guest
I know what's in your heart
What else do you want?
Mom, I miss you

I don't sleep at night,
A sadness fills my heart
I don't know what kind of feeling it is?
Mom, I miss you

Every morning I open my hands to pray
I pray to God alone
Let him take you to his shelter
Mom, I miss you