In her hips, my Chikha’s grace takes hold,
Nezha moves to the beat with such finesse,
Her rhythmic sway, a story to be told,
Each step and turn a marvel to impress.
She never misses a beat or falls behind,
Each motion a true work of art and heart,
A legacy of dance she’s left behind,
A lasting memory, never to depart.
I watch in awe, as she takes the floor,
Enraptured by her every single move,
For in my eyes, she’s worth so much more,
A treasure trove of love I will always prove.
And though she’s not my lover, that’s true,
Darling mother, my admiration for you endures anew
