Written from the heart by a child who loves her mother deeply.

My beloved mother

She gave birth to two daughters.

Never tired of watching them play

She likes to pray.

She works hard for them.

To make sure to succeed in their aim

She hides her feelings.

Sitting in the corner, crying

She looks happy from the outside.

But from inside, she is suffering.

She makes sure to give them time.

So, she can give them the joy of time.

Now, she is ill.

Frustrated by all those bills

She is becoming weak, weaker.

Her daughters are crying for her.

She is loved by everyone.

So, she is called beloved mother.

-Suellen Sunuwar