Now, I would like to write something about mum,
The one who does rub my tum.
She washes' my clothes',
Cooks' dinner for me,
Sits' down and studies'.
She takes' the good book,
Relays' the struggle of time,
Telling me to listen to the ancient rhymes'.
The strong time, does she tell,
Remembering our homes',
Of past times', that were lost to many the floods'.
Animals' be drowned and crops' did fail,
To remember the struggle of time gone by,
Of our forefathers', cry.
Be good, don't forget,
The writings' that are going to be,
In your book.
I am your mum,
I look after you,
So you can grow, taking the time,
To remember what you owe.
