أمي ( Mom )

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My Angel Mommy,
No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts… You, my Mom, are even more than that..

“If roses grow in heaven,,
please pick a bunch for me
place them in my mother’s arms
and tell her they are from me.
Tell her I love her and MISS her..
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while .. “

No painter’s brush, nor poet’s pen
In justice to her..
Has ever reached half high enough
To write a mother’s name..

Mommy, you are the poem I’ll never be able to write..
وحشتيني جدًا

see you soon ان شاء الله …

your daughter,
Roaa

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