My Mom

My mom has worked all her life to give me the opportunities she never had Ive looked into her eyes before and their stare is sad Because shes crushed under the thumb of responsibility For shes forced to slave away beyond her ability Even at home she finds no tranquility Because i am not the perfect child Sometimes my mom describes me as rather wild But all the work she does is for me Shes strives to ensure my success And because of what she has done for me i will achieve nothing less