Mother’s tale

In a village far from the rest
A mother carries her son on her waist
Doing more work than all the rest
To give her son nothing but the best

Time flies in the blink of an eye
Making her son strong, one of a kind
Mother's hopes were set so high
But the son grew distant with each lie

The time came for hard decisions
The son became his mother's despair
She was left alone on the stairs
He left without a backward care
Mother recalls his childhood with tears