A mother's strife

And yet I see within those eyes, Not a beast in disguise, But prey with unheard cries, To it's faith it'll never know, That whimpers and hinders, Heady flame sunk in snow, One that had not yet roared in anger, One that had not yet learnt to bite, As hard and harsh, And filled with spite, To darken misty air, A growing girl, Who sang with flair, Who dreamed of heaven and fairies, And neater, straighter hair. Yet married a man so cold, Yet strong, yet bold, For he would hold her til he's old, For the autumn, winter and summertime, sold Her body beneath her clothe. Barefoot and pregnant, An orphaned widow by divorce, She'd use that voice she used to sing, To yell to cry, but not to think, To her children she died, To herself she never lived, "You live a loveless life, You marry a loveless man, You do your best, And take what you can."