Dolly

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Dolly had a house with a porch but no stove.

She was no stranger to feathers, coal smoke, and torn clothes.

She had 3 chickens on whom she would dote.

She stole into the rice fields after school

And swung the old tyre swing up to the moon.

Her bruised knees knew no multiplication tables.


Dolly is swollen with burdens and a child.

She has a house with no porch but a modern stove,

And a man whose love changes like the moon.

Serves him rice and chicken sharp at noon,

No stranger to the knuckles, cigar smoke, and torn clothes.

Bruised knees still don't know multiplication tables.


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