Hands That Rock the Cradle
Hands that rock the cradle
Though not our adult lives
Have done a great job
In raising us from small
And we honor her
On her birthday
And the Mother's Day
Now she has passed away
But still live in our thoughts
Hands that rock the cradle
Will never age
And we appreciate her super job
As a mother
We celebrate and remember her
On her Death Anniversary
The Tomb Sweeping Day
And the Ghost Festival
Although no visible connections
Between the two worlds
But we feel with our hearts
And love with our souls
Copyright © Sai Lin Lip | Year Posted 2022
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