A mother forever dear
Who constantly remain near
And forever will be there
Even when we fail to hear
As you wake and face the dawn
The pigs, the goats, and the lawn
The farm with seeds to be born
And the rest of the chores you borne
Yet Becky will not comply
And Prudencia playing a sly
With Henry growing rough
And Chrisan choosing to be tough
With Anna insisting to talk
Yet for a reason Van must shut
And Rachael a bit mysterious
Still Collins remains mischievous
Yet you did not shriek or quiver
For your faith will never waiver
Though we know sometimes you cried
But pretended and instead lied
Now that your work is done
Each one of us grown and gone
You never complain or mourn
When we come to say its rough
Though we hardly say we love you
Even a simple thank you
But deep down we really do
With many appreciations too
By R. Ntongho