Gratitude (For my Mother)

I see you on your knees, and it makes me smile
Because you still take time to think on the littlest of these
Things small in the present, but large in the scope of things
Rarely escape your gaze
Mindfully, you hold my whole world in your hands
A sage and a saint, the wisest of all living things
Your sweat is my sustenance and your blood the fuel
That propels me ever onwards
Until I eclipse that which you have built by your own hands
And achieve those goals whose sole reward is the smile in your eyes
And the enduring utterance of pride upon your lips