Ibodimova Lobar Muzaffar qizi
Student of Group 24_16
Department of Uzbek Language and Literature
Faculty of Philology and Social Sciences
Kattakurgan State Pedagogical Institute

Missing You

Missing you,
Why do my tears rush like rain?
In the embrace of the night, my heart is washed with longing.
Dear mother, I miss you,
Mother, I miss you so much.

I feel your value in every moment of my life.
Laugh, mother, so the world may smile,
So your longing daughter may know her worth.
Calling you my kind one who prays for my success,
I cried, mother, missing you.

When I laughed, you laughed with me,
When I cried, you cried as well.
When I fell, you lifted me up, praying for my happiness.
You who always cherished me, calling me “my daughter”,
Stay healthy forever, my dear mother Feruza.

I would tear down the world just to come to you,
To come and hold you tight, to shower you with kisses.
You have always been the one I needed, mother.