The creative writing piece presents a beautifully handwritten and illustrated poem dedicated to a mother.
My Mother - The first God I ever knew by Himmat
POEM My Mother, The first God I ever knew ❤️ ❤️ I have not seen prayer,
nor the soul of air.
I may not know what God looks like,
But I have seen my mother’s care. ❤️ When I fall each evening,
Like a bowing sunflower.
She becomes the sunlight herself,
And stood besides me like sheltering tower. ❤️ She also carries her tiredness,
Yet never speaks of it aloud.
One glimpse of my happiness,
Make her forget every cloud. ❤️ There is something sacred in her –
Why else would we call her divine?
I don’t know what others think,
But she is like God to mine. ❤️ Even I don’t know myself
The way my mother knows me
She scolds me for my mistakes
Yet later blames herself instead ❤️ The hope shining in her eyes
Never let me accept defeat
It gives my broken soul,
A reason to compete ❤️ My own dreams can wait
for another lifetime, perhaps.
But in this life,
I want to fulfill my mother’s dream first. Mom You are my World ❤️ By Himmat +2 Commerce Section - A Introduction and Visual Aesthetics The creative writing piece pre…
