Twenty seven olives had in her purse
She did not like to eat that,
Always kept in care
Nobody knows why she saves them to her near.

One day I asked her
Why olives are in your purse?
She reply in silent by eyes
I dream to be a mother in a few days.

Truth came to me some days later,
She had a husband, who was a driver of a Private car,
Now he lives in the country of no news
We will go to a doctor for next generations.
I wait for her still
Hope he will return,
One dawn I will see he is sleeping in my arms
She says to me with the flow of Tears.
( Thanks)