What message will come from my parents’
house? I cannot close my eyes for
wondering. I am waiting hopefully, with my arms
clasped above my brow. I count the days on my
fingers; I am restless and excited. I know not
whether the saints will forget or my father and
mother will be attentive. The place will be
crowded, says Tuka, who will think of me there?
house? I cannot close my eyes for
wondering. I am waiting hopefully, with my arms
clasped above my brow. I count the days on my
fingers; I am restless and excited. I know not
whether the saints will forget or my father and
mother will be attentive. The place will be
crowded, says Tuka, who will think of me there?