Little one, I come to this place again
Where vines crawl like snakes to wrap themselves
Around the stone in which your name was carved
The humid air stay still
Not one leaf turned, not one bush swayed
I want to bring you news from home
About father’s constant battle with his demons
Liquor, gambling and women – is there no end in sight?
Mother tries to camouflage the gloom with sunshine
But who can she fool with her smile and gentle hands?
I know you are safe and warm where you reside
I don’t wish you to come back among us
If only to spare you from our folly
And for you to keep us, untainted, in your memory