Adapting a poem to my mother with "I would like to be a torrent"

I'd rather be the rapids,

The delicate running water in the tap water pipe,

Sprinkle gently from the shower head ...

As long as my mother

Under my caress,

Wash away the fatigue and tiredness of life.

I'd rather be a house,

Spring breeze, autumn rain, summer snow

No matter which season.

take a firm stand ...

As long as my mother

In my arms

Sleep peacefully, warm and serene.

I'd rather be a trash can.

With all the dirty things.

As long as my mother

Healthy, happy and carefree.

I want to be a boat.

Wandering in the ocean of life

Always ready to sail.

As long as my mother

Have the hope and dream of sailing.

Even if it's far away.

I hope it's the wind,

Is the wettest water vapor in the air,

As long as my mother

A smile grows on the face.

Warmth grows in the heart.

Happiness is accumulated over time.