My mother

By Jo Ya   

My mother with no schooling
Tried to read and write
She lived with awareness
Through her whole life.

My mother with her delicate health
Wearily worked on the road of trouble
She lived with courage
Through her whole life.

My mother with no wealth
Being contented, she lived with loving kindness
Through her whole life.

A long time since she passed away
I think as if it happened yesterday
I always see your warm smile
In my dreams
My heart with full of tears
Pay homage to you, my mother.

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