To My Mother

To My Mother

Mom, dear mom

Thank you for your high expectation of me.

When I was young,

I gave you lots of troubles.

You hoped I could grow up,

And become a knowledgeable man.

With flowers withered,

There comes spring again.

The wrinkles on your face become deeper,

Because you do everything for me,

No words can describe.

You kindly love and tender care for me,

You r merits can be compared with the shining sun.

Tomorrow is the annual Mothers’ Day,

To you I write this poem,

To thank you for all you do for me.

To let you know how grateful I am,

To your love all these eighteen years.

~~~by Miao Lin~~~