Homeless Mother and Child

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Move your bony little finger, let out a sign of soul
Just a bit of strength, just a little more
Stay with mama; whose eyes never dry, only her throat
Move your bony little finger, let out a sign of soul.

What a sight! Whose skin is it so new, so wrinkled?
Will the sun shine its light to the gloomy ones?
But the sun is mocking them; each ray a lash so deadly
Night’s darkness, a gift; moon’s humble beams, hope.

So move your bony little finger, let out a sign of soul
You, tiny one! Mama’s gold and diamonds — Oh, tiny soul!
Become mama’s night, moon, vessel of courage, river of life
Grab mama’s finger, entwine… “My child, my soul.”