This Cradlesong Perhaps That Keeps You Awake Poem by nimal dunuhinga

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