Dechen Doma Sherpa
At midnight i woke up to my infant's cry
I nursed my flesh and blood with a lullaby
I held her to my heart and wandered in my thoughts
To the places and people where our kinds are silenced for pride.
I shudder at the thought of the fate a baby girl brings,
A tear and a sigh escapes from my heart as my child grins.
I do a silent prayer for the lost souls and lives unlived,
I kiss my daughter and once again thank God for the life that we recieved.