Their Life

Child cries for mother, mother cries to God. Is there that many ear, does he has to hear? Breakfast, lunch and dinner there is even supper but what names have we got when their plates always empty. Filling up there air the smell of red everywhere We in our dilemmas Whether Escada or Givenchy. Their roofs always flying with their legs always moving Jacuzzi in our indoors And doors saying "Do Not Disturb". Yoga, Manicure on Mondays; Swimming, Dining on Tuesdays; Will mothers be left to feed If there exists Tomorrow.