Sing Me Your Childhood Dreams

She would undream her burdens, her life's Map of drudgery; all those years She is hardened enough to hold tears; Her hand never slackened by the Fusty, hard stone of labour and love-hunger; From the shelter of her face she unveils her sorrows: Would you for fairness sake break The yoke of servitude That has denied me childhood? Being orpharned at eight, you could empathize The girl breaking her back in a sonko's home, Prematurely taking older people's chores. She lucked parental care. Each day she watches as Fallion's family walk together, Father and daughter, mother and son, demonstrating The inherent oedipal love. How she longs for that love! Jolly little ones under her tender care taking strides To the nearby uplands school; she escorts them As they stride along. Work and want respects no age. Oh root deeply entrenched in the soul of our land! Sing me once again, my love, your childhood deams; Come hold my hand; feel where the stream of My pulse drain your sorrows. Come let us wind our woes in leaves of light. Sing me, Will you? Your childhood dreams.