Mother,
I see you working hard,
To give us a better life,
Working all those hours,
For people who barely
Give you a dime.
I see you trying,
To give us all it is,
That you can give,
Even though it means you,
Are the one who never gets.
I see the tears that drop,
When holidays come around,
When you think all we can see,
Under the Christmas tree,
Is the uncovered ground.
I see your struggle,
Raising us all on your own,
Never having time to yourself,
Never a moment alone,
Always baking something,
Or folding somebody's clothes,
Always cleaning up messes,
Or wiping a runny nose.
I see your love,
It's proven by everything you do,
Every time you say you love me,
I know you’re telling the truth,
And even though I don't always say it,
But Mother I love you too
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I would like to translate this poem
we feel your Mother poet, also feel your motherland. Stay on writing to make touch with your root, your origin.