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THE WIFE’S PANTOUM
I watch the shadows licking at the light,
His dinner growing cold upon the table.
Cold nips my fingers and teases at my heart.
He said that we must talk; will it be tonight?
His dinner growing cold upon the table.
No words to break the silence in the room.
He said that we must talk; will it be tonight?
What have I done, that he has turned to ice.
No words to break the silence in the room.
Cold nips my fingers and teases at my heart.
What have I done, that he has turned to ice?
I watch the shadows licking at the light.
Berceuse
You wake in the night
with no one to comfort you.
Can you hear my voice?
Child, I will sing you the song
I sang long ago.