SHADOW WAS SO ROUND
Your bent back made your shadow so round;
You cried when seeing me off, spirit so downed.
I was not mountains to cross, jungles to go thru,
So hard that I could not come back to visit you!
I deplored you, Dad being lonely, simple, sincere,
So heart-whole that I felt repenting in tears blear.
But, alas, after that farewell, not yet less sad,
I had to return, heart-broken to mourn for Dad!
Staggering home, on slanting shadow, in tears sea:
From now on, death has separated Dad from me!
From this day forth, I have no more the father dear
Who will for this young care, up this child cheer!
more for any kid to stick to you along behind
For against-Chinese, anti-French tales you remind.
Hence, into toil and moil I have to myself bring.
Who will lovingly educate me into a good thing?
Dad! I am calling you, Dear Dad, Dad mine!
So long I have wept the tears are still salted, brine.