(Young Girl Jenny Guides Her Blind Father Dodong To Work Everyday)*

Before the dawn comes,
I sit on the shoulders

Of my blind father,
To be his eyes.

Today, like other days,
Heavy mountains

Will be my playground.
Coconut heads

He will gather
And I, the dried leaves.

He will not complain,
For I will sing to him.

“You are not heavy,”
He would say.

Father, will there be heavier
Than this world to bear?