Brazing the cold
Walking barefoot
Wearing a sombre face
Is a pretty gal.
The charity uniform hangs loosely
On her tired frame
From house chores
She heads to school.
Alone she strides 
Others are in two
Triads or more
She isn’t bothered.
Her three shack mates
Younger than her
Are a similar copy
But they seem better.
The father isn’t known
Their mother is no more
So the responsibility lies
On her tiny shoulders.
They’re her main focus
She’s their caretaker
The penniless breadwinner
A mother and a sister.