Our House Maid's Daughter
I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.
Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.
Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.
“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.
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