Poetry from Gulhayo Karimova

O man, mother is a treasure in the world
It burns for you every night
Even if you doubt motherly love
Look at his sad eyes

But don't rush to the work of the world
world, children, money worries
Say that you are here at this time
His eyes are filled with tears of joy at this moment
Your valuable words are appreciated

Don't hurt your mother after this
If it hurts, eat it yourself
If he puts his head on your shoulder, stop your heart
Don't miss a beat