The darkness swallows my surroundings,

Nevertheless, my mother arrives.

The bright white lights burn my eyes,

Like a knight riding into the wind,

My mother arrives.

The dim yellow street lights exhibit an open path,

As the white tank rolls to a stop.

The engine still alive, huffing and puffing,

The door opens gently and I shuffle inside.

The BBC Radio hums distantly,

My mother sits silently,

hands on the wheel,

feet on the pedal,

Eyes droopy.

My mother sits silently.

The journey repeats,

Night after night,

Nevertheless, my mother arrives.

My gratitude will never fill the debt,

Her effort will never stop.

The days go on

Week after week,

Nevertheless, my mother arrives

The silent hero pierces the darkness,

No obstacle can stand in her way.

I fail to give my mother enough recognition.

She continues to pour her heart, soul and endless love.

Her effort will never stop.

The days go on

Week after week,

The journey repeats,

Night after night,

Nevertheless, my mother arrives.