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Mother is that great being for whom words are less than can be written.
His sacrifices and efforts to bring up children with hard work, we cannot repay with hard work.
For the mother, the poet has written the entire poem, calling her the queen in his own words.
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| My Mother my Queen English poetry |
**My Mother, the Queen**
The place where she sat was always serene,
In my eyes, my mother looked like a queen.
Daughters were her princesses, sons her moon,
In her tender care, our lives would bloom.
My mother looked like a queen to me.
Aunts and uncles would gather and call,
But calling her "Mom" felt best of all.
Her voice was gentle, her presence divine,
In every moment, her love did shine.
My mother looked like a queen to me.
With needle and thread, she sewed with care,
Every stitch a labor of love laid bare.
After feeding us all, she’d rest with grace,
Her own hunger hid behind a smiling face.
My mother looked like a queen to me.
On Eid, she dressed us in garments new,
While she wore simplicity, humility, and truth.
Even on Eid, her joy was in us,
In her modest attire, she shone with trust.
My mother looked like a queen to me.
When a child cried, she’d cook sweet delight,
Her words were comfort, making everything right.
But if we strayed, her hand was firm,
Teaching us lessons we needed to learn.
My mother looked like a queen to me.
Through all the trials, through all the strife,
She ruled with love in our daily life.
In every gesture, in every scene,
My mother, to me, was forever a queen.
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