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.
Copyright © Milton Manyass | Year Posted 2013
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