Ma-in-law
Ma-in- law Along with a dying femme, pale and puny, She treads forth early in the afternoon. Covers herself in a solemn veil. the way to go Is the harbour of wolves and the typhoon. She gathers around little parched offshoots, With her shivering hands on her knees To warm her balcony, while the spring pulls She takes labour from her twin young bulls. And among the locals she makes her day With her folk poems, in return to her cakes And ale, she receives their aid and honour. Her son's wife Kate stands the next door With her two, In the bowers of rivershore, Chewing the sweet gums and doing The puzzles all day along with her new. ----- Affaq Naibe