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.