My Mom

 

My Mom

I saw my mother,

Cares a lot

Gave food, in my mouth

Holding a stone in her stomach.

Hoping for two cups of rice twice a day,

My mother cooked,

How many people's homes.

Someone calls mother Bua, again

Someone is mad, I remember now

My mother's hard work.

In the evening my mother,

Back to her home,

I could see then,

On the plate in mother's hand.

My mother takes care of me,

He put food in my mouth,

I would eat that food

Absolute satisfaction, happiness.