Your brother is lazy
Your sister is crazy
And dusk has fallen
Feeling things fray
I quietly pray
We move along slowly
Your father eats bread
For mother is dead
And we share in silence
I untie my shoe
And wait for a cue
Your eyes close in longing
You rest your head
With belly unfed
I'm pregnant with sorrow
The time may not come
To become a mum
Disappointment's my burden
But perhaps you'll find
The choice isn't mine
Pleasing you always
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