BEING THE BEST TO MY

MOTHER

Who is my mom?

My mom is the best.

Everyone knows that,

There’s no contest.

10 years ago

When I was just a baby,

Who stopped me screaming?

Only one awesome lady.

She had to wake up every night

To stop me crying

She is totally cool

And I’m not lying!

Sometimes we go too far

Her head overloads

We keep on misbehaving

And then she explodes!

So how do we pay our mothers back,

For the kindness they gave,

The answer is we do the same

Until the day we reach our grave.

We must be polite

And kind all the time

Because if we don’t

It will be worse than committing a crime.

We must be obedient

And do their bidding straight away

Because if we don’t

We will be going astray.

We must be thankful

For what your mother gave

Because good deeds will help us

When we rise up from the grave.

We must always treat her

Like our very best friend

Because if we don’t

We’ll be in Hell in the end.

Don’t be annoying

That’s not very nice

Instead, why don’t you make a cake

And give her the best slice?

Listen to her lectures

Even if you’ve heard them all before

Don’t groan loudly

Like a demented wild boar.

Don’t make her angry

Don’t make her sad

Don’t make her cry

Just make her very glad.

All these years

Your mother looked after you

Now it’s your turn

Let’s see what you can do.

by Ayyub Mohamed Ismail

March 2016