What Have I Done for My Mother?

The heart that beats within my chest,

Needs no one but my mother best.

O my God, for her I prayed,

For a longer life to be displayed.

Yet I still ask, deep inside—

What have I done for my mother’s pride?

When I’m tired, she holds me near,

When I grieve, she shares my tear.

She works so hard, yet never complains,

Through all the effort, she remains.

Still I wonder, with a sigh—

What have I done for her, and why?

Deep in her heart, she carries me,

My radiant home, my sanctuary.

If her love spreads across the earth,

The world would bloom in endless worth.

Yet again I question, passing by—

What have I done for her, and why?

Sometimes silent, lost in thought,

When I ask, her answer is short.

Her face shines bright, her eyes so pure,

A gentle soul, so calm, so sure.

And still my heart begins to cry—

What have I done for her, and why?

I kiss your feet—my heaven, my light,

May you live long, in health and bright.

May you reach a hundred years and more,

With happiness forever at your door.

Yet I ask myself, I cannot deny—

What have I done for her, and why?

I offer her the light of the skies,

Even heaven’s flowers seem too small a prize.

With hands raised high, she prays for me,

A mother’s love, so pure and free. 

And still I wonder, with a sigh—

What have I done for her, and why?

No words can truly praise her grace,

My tongue falls short, I can’t embrace.

Her selfless love knows no end,

Her care, her strength, will never bend.

Sleepless nights she gave for me—

What have I done to repay her, truly?