Early in the morning, Mom opens the doors,
A bright sunny day, in the sunshine pours.
She bows down to Him,
And promises to commit no sin.
She knows from within that she is true,
There is no work that she does not do.
I admire her, and being like her has always been my goal,
I know her importance, and fear losing her soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem