Angels of Solheim

Out where the birches, bend under the snow. There's a place

called Solheim, where the silent ones go. And five women carry

more than their share, with aching feet and hearts that care.

Kristen walks in with a hand on her side. She's got a baby on board

and a full day to ride. She lifts and she laughs, through the wear

and the strain. Building a life in the middle of pain. Lisa is quiet,

but sharp as a knife. Every bed's tucked perfect, like she's folding

her line. She checks every chart, not a second too late.