Young Mother

A song was sung by birds
In the random rhythm
Young mother gave a birth
In the cold weather
Alone and vulnerable
That was how people see her
But I saw her flaming hope
Through her gray window
Radiance of her strong soul
She might have left, abandoned
But the baby gave her a reason
To survive and to hold on
The baby gave her power
To fight in the dark world
That song with random rhythm
Now shown its hidden pattern
That makes the song beautiful

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