Birthing three but mothering five,
Having the waves that conquer guilt,
Pushing the pain of weeping Kiddo's outta my heart with the space I create.

Conceiving three but cuddling five,
With the wild heat of motherhood in me,
Making their pain seem less that day
Wiping their tears with the space I create.

Loving five with an uncommon gait,
Breaching the gap that smears their plight,
Wishing the sun will shine tonight
Making them one with the space I create.