Where did she go that slave of mine
Doesn't she know her place
She has lost her position in my house
I have searched and found no trace
Where did she go that slave of mine
Has she lost respect for me who loves her
What mistreatment have I foolishly applied
You will tell her yes I look for her
Where did she go that slave of mine
Has another found more favor
Has she ran away to serve another
Has my voice lost it's savor
Where did she go that slave of mine
I return to my chamber to weep
The darkness of night striped by candle light
And there she has been waiting for me to sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whether there is a deeper meaning behind this, I am not sure. But for face value of this piece, I can relate. I too know the feeling of this loss. Not to another, but moreover the loss of respect. Good write, Ms. Vanier.