The way you walk unsteadily, But those wrinkled hands made dishes heavenly Your words are straightforward, sometimes spicy But it contains nectar with perfect quality Tenacity of yours become an allurement Upon the reflection of the ideal mother on earth I grabbed your hand in the middle of our walk I sustain half weight of yours when you said tired on your footsteps We laughed off the humority of our different generations The curve of your face overshadowing me by the figure of your son, my husband What have I got sometimes beyond the things which I earn from my mom You missed your grandchildren, you say You missed the excitement in the middle of your living room which now is hollow The curve of your face overshadowing me by the figure of your son, my husband You said, every descendants of yours should be mature by their educations "Do not repeat the failure of my times" Economic problems snatched your opportunity Your chance to gain the precious time in knowledge, you say You said with the trembling lips And eyes glazed with tears which almost spill My heart melts I held my bleary as well Dear mother-in-law Our lives would be much better A promise will I hold till further For the sake of your son, my husband
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