Mother and Child struggled alone—
robbed of all hope by he.

His heart built of cold and bone—
never looked back, did he.

Mother and Child had it rough—
abandoned and shunned by he.

Composed of sturdier stuff—
scrimped and found smiles, did she.

She longed for his strong arms—
to help and hold, did she.

Weary each day, but up to the task—
Dug deep, grew strong, did she.

Where has love gone? she wanted to ask—
vowed often by he.

So competent and clever—
Women make do, like she.

Her barren life imagined never—
forced loneliness, did he.

She craved to hear his deep voice—
and loud laughter, did she.

Silence offered her no other choice—
cheerful songbird, became she.

Music and laughter arrived that day—
There was no other way.

Mother and Child, good as gold, they say—
danced and sang and flourished, did they!