If Your Mother Were…
(A tribute to a mother)

Like the moon that shines through a dark night,
Like a river full, its current bright,
Like a springtime dressed in blooming grace —
So would your mother walk this place.

She labors day and night, no rest,
Wishing not for herself, but for her child the best.
Hiding her greying hair with care,
Still walking proud, with love to spare.

If only you knew, the heart she hides,
The tears she swallows, the dreams she bides…
She walks not for herself, but for you —
Your mother, selfless, pure, and true.

Sevinch Kuvvatova was born on October 19, 2009, in the Qorako‘l district of Bukhara region. She is currently a 10th-grade student at School No. 13 in her district.