Your heart is as crumpled as the wrinkles on your face
The fading pages of your life story
Were alive by the fresh ink of your son's love
The pain of his betrayal was more than labour ever was
However, life gave you another chance
when the life's most beautiful news dawned upon you
You were bearing a child again
A news as divine and blissful as god himself
Like a little kid on the road brought you a rose made out of soiled paper