The leaves gathered in the lifeless ground,
While the wind danced around.
I stood there looking at the scene,
Thinking my life was like a machine.
It was like a record on replay,
And it was only a wednesday.
I had lost all motivation,
And procrastination had become my temptation.
I thought of how to finish this week.
My life is really too bleak.
But then came a savior like no other,
My great mother.
Every word she speaks is a beautiful melody.
She turns my reality into fantasy.
Her jokes bring me delight.
She makes me feel that all will be alright.
I can see her rough hands,
Showing her work’s extraneous demands.
It's them that motivate me,
And it's them that empower me .
My purpose has become clear.
I have to persevere.
For her, my vital force,
I will succeed in life’s course.