Childhood Poem by Madrason .

I caught the fish within my lap
and brought it home for us to eat
we fantasized to make ends meet
I was a sailor and you a mountaineer
but mother never there, a meek butterfly
a grown but little girl and also somewhat shy
for she'd never felt her father near….
but if then oceans apart, it broke her heart
and in the end we
would depend on you and me
we played as if a family
and on the beach the proud
inhabitants would cry
for two departed sheep in...
that beloved country, why. M