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!
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