The mother was born poor,
She hated being that way.
She struggled through her life,
On 2/3 of her worth in pay.
And, at the end, people expected her to marry anyway.
The son was born alone,
Given that his parents could not afford
A wee one that always cried.
So, his foster dad him did bore
But, the son knew he loved him to the core.
The grandson never knew his grandmother
Never saw her a day in his life
He had to get a test to find out who he is
Turns out she was someone’s wife
But, no test could express her strife.
Thus, her saga died not knowing that last third of worth.
It was pretty interesting writing a saga of five act play structures. I may use this as a way to describe works to people in a short way.