Maama

Kneading flour on a threshing stone Working vigorously with failing strength Your face is now wrinkled Sweet Mother. Praying silently with unmoving lips Breakingly uttering audible sighs Pondering on what needed to be done next Oh sweet Mother. Once so full of vigour and instructions Though short, an imposing figure Scolding severely with a fast tongue Sweet Mother. Mother, the years have caught up on you now How then can I forget the memory of times~ Spent in spending yourself selflessly Oh sweet Mother. Maama, can I ever cease remembering Your suffering, labour, toil and love for me I am so very proud of you and always will Mine Mother!