She was beautiful
Like the garden’s white lily
Her voice was like the nightingale
casting forth her melody
Every time she was there for me
She loved me, advised me
She was no less than my mother
Whenever she caught me upset
She hugged me
And served me with her warmth.
She was a friend too
In my ups and downs, she cared for me
She was always there to hold my hand
She gave me the happiness I deserved
She would always make me feel special.
One day she went away
But not before she had taught me how to live alone
She was my guide my beloved Nasreen ma’am
Winner of this month’s teenage writing competition.
