Mother

She was carrying nine months in her belly,

She gave birth to the world full of joy,

She spared everything for you,

If you cry, he will cry if you laugh.

God has given me a child,

Okay, I’ll eat it if I don’t want to eat.

Such a loving fate ended,

Okay, I’ll wear it instead of wearing it.

She thinks of you day and night,

She praised and prayed,

Why did you not reach the value of the name

The earth knows itself as the sky.

Taught to speak, write and draw,

Her hair turned gray and he looked at you,

Did you get enough of it once?

Even if the tests come, he holds your hand.

Mushtipar, your father gave his life,

Day and night, he did not stop saying that he was a child

The thorn bush picked your flowers for you,

The world is alive with his love.

Is it easy for you to raise a child?

Not one, but four lovers,

If it’s easy, you tell me

Grow up so many children.

I have nothing else to say to you child

One more day you will be a mother.

Even if your child hits you too

That’s how you know how much you value your loved one.

Then it’s getting late, open your eyes

Do your service and receive his blessing.

Do good, avoid evil

Take advantage of it while it’s still alive.

Every day you take four loaves of bread,

Always ask what your health is saying

Don’t cry waiting for you again,

God bless you, may you live long.

I am Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school of Vobkent district, Bukhara region. I was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, Vobkent district in an intellectual family. My mother and father supported me from a young age. I am also interested. I started writing in my 3rd grade. My first creative poem was published in “Wobkent Life” newspaper.

In addition, many magazines were published in America’s Synchaos newspaper, India’s Namaste India magazine, Gulkhan magazine, Germany’s RavenCage magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. my creative works have come out. I actively participated in many contests and won high places and received many gifts. Creativity is my precocity. I am very interested in creativity and enjoy every line. Of course, I will become a great person and bring the name of my country Uzbekistan to heaven, God willing!!!