A mother and her three sins
As they called by her kin’s
Spending the nights on the streets
Looking into the eyes she meets
All three are born girls
Silently touching the curls
She wonders off the edge
Into the night she dredge
The baby in her forearms
Mind rushing like storms
The elder one tries to call
She is on the way to her fall
Before even she trembles
She is touched by an angel
She turns her head to see
The eyes has drops of plea
Coming back to the reality
She knows she has the ability
Holding all of them to her heart
She at last finds the part
She is a woman of will
A destiny she has to fulfill
Right now and to the end
She has three lives to defend
As determined she ever was
She walks towards her cause…