Future >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

oh she come with a jug
of fresh water from well
wetting her dress bare
to see shape of her beauty
silhouette by rising sun
I gasp with total admiration
I want to carry her load

she pour me a cup for thirst
after hours of farm toiling
so early start; sun's sleeping
she could have been resting
so nice seeing her now; then
cooking, washing and cleaning
she go to school after work
to find better work; living