She's left to rear a child because of war. Sadly alone. Works hard to clothe and feed her little son. Give him a home. She works all night into the early morn. Streets cold and damp. Stands at the corner near the Pig and Gun. Lit by a lamp. Break. She has to work hard to scrimp and save. Or he will go. Go to a home somewhere far away. She loves him so. Tired but she knows that it's the only way. She wanders home. Home to the child that's sleeping sound and warm. Never a moan