My Mother Is Not Just A Woman Poem by Cui Gya

The woman who is more and more dozing
Is my mother
The old woman who is walking harder and harder
Is my mother
T The senior cook who cooks worse and worse
Is my mother
But she never felt that she lacked luster
Even if the wrinkles climb up to her face
Her singing
Smashed the difficulties of the years
Her enthusiasm
Resisted the injustice of fate
Her blood
Flow with self-restraint and strength
So she doesn't like to label women
With derogatory words
Between ease and care
She chooses the former