MY STORY

You know, I am a restless woman from centuries past, Who does not know the address of her home. I am searching For the address of my home. The house where I was born, Had wealth that was not my own. I worked, Toiled, And in all joys and sorrows, I was a companion, Yet I remained always an outsider. In the house where I came After marriage, Carrying thousands of dreams, I was called the girl of the outsider home. I managed both home and outside, Yet remained an outsider. Today I have become old, Now the owner of the house Is my son. Even now, I do not know The address of my home.