The Gifts

Two gifts you gave me, the day I was leaving school My mother planted them like a will I went to see my sister yesterday And one is nowhere, a casualty of the drought perhaps You blow too hard From the mountains wronger side The clouds over there hold no hope of rain The other plant my sister cherishes Love and faith were they together The one that's left Shall it be there when I come again, Or shall some rain come Before the dry wind weeds my mind agaiin? A gift of love must last forever.