Cultivated from a seed no experience no book,
Floods of tears you have cried all your patience they took.
But as your special plant develops with your love and your time,
You look in awe and amazement saying wow is that mine.
From being their whole world to being a nag on the phone,
Once they couldn’t be without you now they want to be alone.
A sweet loan from Allah one day to answer how you repaid,
With the right nourishment and teaching a knife won’t cut like a blade.
So dont give up and dont sweat in the end it will be fine,
Only tears of joy and of laughter no more shouting no crying.