Mother

We wake up early to prepare our kids meal

We make sure they have to eat at school

We make sure that their clothes is prepared

Most of the time there’s no thank you.

We pick up after their mess.

Put things back in their proper place

Replace things that are broken

Yey thank you is never seen

We cooked food and set table for dinner

They will sit and sometimes complain

Food is not nice, food they don’t like

Thank you is not out of their mouths

As they lay in bed, you're asked to read to them

One book turns to three, slowly they’re drifting away

They start hugging you tight

Uttering the words, thank you, I love you, good night. 

It’s hard to be a mom, responsibilities

Could go overwhelming

Yet at the end of the day, those little 

fingers and soft voices

Melts your heart, when they starting

adoring you coz you’re their mom

- Mary Grace Borjal