She had been thinking only of me,
Ever since I remember events
And often sacrificed and cried in disguise.
Showing that she never needed things.
She had pains
when I had had gains
She had been hungry
But buried it in a hurry
She is aged and sick now
Still she does make me know
She takes care of me and children
Do I really attend to her needs?
She still leads a simple and humble life
Never wanting to see the outside life.
She aptly finds enjoyment in little things