My Hopeful Mother

My mother washes her dishes with ashes,

She can't afford dish-washing soaps,

One day soon, she always hopes.

A handful of rice is all that she has

To cook for us, her lads and lass;

With this harsh life how does she cope!

She is a mother who lives in hope.

Hunger is no more a stranger to her,

An Unwelcome guest, it’s always here.

It will depart one day soon,

My mother lives in hope for that boon.