Oh dear mother of mine
Oh dear why
Why do you suffer in silence
Why do you shoulder the weight of this world on your own
Tears fall down my eyes upon watching you
Seeing your droopy eyes and your tired legs being dragged from the bed to the car
And off you go
To beat the sun before it shows its face
To work and work and work all-day
How I pray for that day to come
That day when all the fruits of your labour become ripe
When finally you can see the sunrise from your bedroom window
And the weight of your warm blankets is all that wears you down
Oh, how I pray.