Her Second Man

She gave away a piece of herself

To give him a piece of bread

Sold her most precious thing, precious to a woman

To buy the least of things that his little mind finds precious

She chose to take beatings in the dark

To give him the light of the day

Then comes the morning when she trains herself

Only to fight blood by blood for a happy family dinner

But she couldn’t hide her scars at the dinner table

Her boy finds himself in tears flowing to his dry bread

This too shall pass

What a lie! It only passes after she passes away

But hold on

Hold your heart, mum, says the only man of the house

Steps into his late old man’s shoes

To become a man early in life

He walks up to her in unfitting shoes

To promise her: your son’s shooting for the moon

Let me give you a hand till I give you rest

For the rest of your life