One for husband, one for son
A woman is divided in three parts
Third one stays at home,
First one is mind and second is heart.
Her soul stick to her husband’s
Her shadow follows her son
Sometimes they both stand against her
Holding a gun
She don’t mind that
Because they love her
But sometimes things appear
A little blur
Early in the morning
Her husband ask for breakfast
Late at night
She helped her son in art
Sometimes she passes every test of life
Sometimes she fails
She is an angel
but her life is not a fairy tale
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