She's a mother of six with one on the way.
Her husband is dead and her home has been lost,
By a storm that swept through at a dire cost,
Leaving her homeless to face skies clouded gray.

With some moldy old quilts and a tattered sheet,
She made a small shelter from the wind and rain.
Moving on and on, she fights hunger’s cruel pain,
By working or begging for something to eat.

Gazing in the distance, she wonders how long,
She will be able to support her children.
Without friend or relative, and husband dead,
She doesn’t know how she can feed them alone.

She doesn’t know how long in the dark she’ll grope,
But life will go on and maybe get better.
She didn’t ask to be a single mother,
But if she keeps reaching, she’ll grasp on to hope.