I miss your ministry
The morning after I wake up
At the table it is available
A glass of coffee and a piece of fresh bread
I spoil my breath
While you're busy in the kitchen
I look at you from the porch of our house
Your motherhood is getting thicker
Forgive my life
Always troublesome of your hands
And this morning, I'm nervous
I am alone and solitary
In the past five years
My life feels fine
Before I lose
Before I drown