War in your old country took your young son,
quakes destroyed your home.
You left—saying bye to everyone,
not sure where you would roam.
You're here now—living and starting over.
Blending in—a must.
You go to sleep with your good luck clover,
Hoping dreams won't go bust.
But you are a hero to your young girls,
who see all your strengths.
You not only impart your last old pearls;
you give love in great lengths.