Mother 1 Poem by Sari Mavi

Mother, I was too young to understand the meaning of rich and poor
That requires you to work as wage laborer
Every day - without knowing pause

As usual, you always put me down in the shade,
Not far from where you work

It is customary my mother said: sit down and be silent here.
Do not go anywhere, so I can find you after work.
I always nodded, a sign that I understood the words of my mother
While working, my mother occasionally watching me, smiling, and back to work
I see my mother, so agile in work

Mother, I was too young to understand,
Why should you work?
Is your work too heavy or too light for you to carry on?
Why do you keep silent when a man was mad on you while you work?

Frequently, I am sleepy while waiting for you
'Let's go home darling this day has been completed properly.
Tonight we'll enjoy the dinner

I jumped for joy, for two candies in the grip of mother

Mother
I am happy when you go to work
Because you always asked me to participate
Because I love the crowds in town
Because I enjoy being with you
And get candies

I told mother, I do not understand about poverty
But I understand you
An ordinary and strong woman
With a pile of grass on the right shoulder
While I'm swinging on your left shoulder
Very strong shoulders to bear life

Look at my mother who walks happily, although sweaty
While I swing to the left and right

OK mom, let's go home now
Tomorrow we'll get back to your work
And I get candies