My mother is the lady of the beauties in the world

Written by / Zeinab Ibrahim

 

 

In the description of Belle, my mother wrote my poems 

I tilted my head at the singing words and wrote my vein 

In love with my mother, the paradise of life and her tenderness 

The fountain of happiness in the beauty of her eyes 

I melted a adoration into my father’s gentleness 

Every day is bigger on his tenderness and my return intensifies 

Oh lett life is in the goodness of my mother’s heart 

She is Dia Aldejor in my life 

In my young age, I saw life from their eyes 

You are my beautiful soul ma 

Shagn lah with his hands in the presence of his father 

I love winter in the warmth of my beautiful family 

The wind blew in the merrily of the authentic days 

My beats of joy increased again 

I am the old girl with the power of iron 

In the presence of my family, sadness is still, companion 

After me, there is a rise in shooting

And my heart grew that love and tenderness

In the eye of my mother and father, I see tenderness.