THE CHAMPA FLOWER(第1页)
THECHAMPAFLOWER
SupposingIbecameachampaflower,justforfun,andgrewhupthattree,andshookihlaughterahenewlybuddedleaves,wouldyoukher?
Youwouldcall,“Baby,whereareyou?”andIshouldlaughtomyselfaequiet.
Ishouldslylyopealsandwatchyouatyourwork.
&eryourbath,withreadonyourshoulders,youwalkedthroughtheshadowofthechampatreetothelittlecourtwhereyousayyourprayers,youwouldoftheflower,butnotknowthatite.
&hemiddaymealyousatatthewindRamayana,aree’sshadowfelloveryourhairandyourlap,Ishouldflileshadowontothepageofyourbook,justwherey.
Butwouldyouguessthatitwasthetinyshadowofyourlittlechild?
&heevenihecowshedwiththelightedlampinyourhand,Ishouldsuddenlydropohagainandbeyourownbabyoncemore,aotellmeastory.
“Wherehaveyoubeen,younaughtychild?”
“Iwon’ttellyou,mother.”That’swhatyouandIwouldsaythen.
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