My Mother 

 

In 1982, she came to my house on the way to visit her younger son in Belgium 

and her daughter in Cameroon. 

During her stay with me, she washed dishes and mowed the lawn. 

I told her dish-washing and lawn mowing were my jobs. 

She told me,  

“I am still healthy. You are working hard at your work. 

So these are my jobs while I am here.” 

Then I said, “Dish-washing was my first American job. 

Now, I like this job in the kitchen.” 

Then, 

Suddenly her tears streamed out from her eyes

“I could never allowed you to step in to my kitchen.  

You are my precious son.” 

I comforted her, “I know you raised me as a prince.” 

During the Thanksgiving Holidays, she knitted my sweater and hat. 

I am still wearing the sweater and the hat on this Thanksgiving 

As has been and the whole winter. 

I believe my mother's sacrifice and love, 

and prayer that sustains my life from here to eternity. 

“Mother, I love you forever.”