>≫≫How Are You? Poem by Abdul Wahab

I am a mother of four children
One out of four gives me lots of pain
At ease when I am at home
She comes at my door and asks
How is your work?

In the morning before I get up
She brings a dream
After disturbing my sound sleep
With a tired voice she asks
How are you doing?

When I should remain awake
And do my job sincerely
She crawls into my work and asks
How is your home?

With my soul I sit and relax
But before I enjoy my moment
Miles away she calls me up and asks
How is your life?