Mother's Care

 

Ooh! Tender heart of a mother

So caring towards her little infant.

Through her, I was born and breaded,

Won't be ignorant of her tender love.

I implore the greatest to keep her

Save for me, healthy and strength.

Also not to allow her now to the place of no return

So I can pay back her tender love to thy infant.

I grew up as a little young boy

Through her tender road of care;

Withstanding the troubles of life

And making food available for thy infant.

Step by step a man grew up.

From a little boy of yesteryears to a young adult.

I always remember my childhood days

When sand and bread are always our breakfast.

Things has so how change these days.

Adults now go for what is meant for children

Children also go for what is meant for adult

Hmm! But that is by the way.

The thought of how to make thee

Proud always occupy my tender mine.

So I can wipe the tears of suffering from thy faces

Always as soon as possible it might take.