This Cradlesong Perhaps That Keeps You Awake

The beggar-maid's lullaby never be a sweet one? This cobbled street warm in day And night it's too cold, I am under the night sky And the dew drops fall My child cries in her dream And she wants to know Where the father's been? I cannot lie and I tell her a sad story..................One night like now Your father stopped for a matter Sky knows well that he begged for a lodging As he said nowhere to go. I gave him my used bedspread Patches are here and there, Rats eaten when they're hungry? We didn't sleep that whole night Thanks he gave me the warmth And he told me a long story like a movie When shooting stars collapsed in the milkyway! But he left early in the morning With a promise to take me somewhere. Dear daughter, This story's not yet finished And I am waiting for him to continue? *We two form a multitude. -Ovid