The girl sits
In the straight backed chair
A baby in her arms
An unneeded anchor
In a too calm sea

She sits not for herself
Not for the baby
She sits for her craving
Her craving to serve
Her face a blank mask
She is desperate with longing
Her longing to serve

But Yet she is happy
She is content
She would wait for a century
For one petty morsel
One morsel to serve

She watchs her husband
Her brother, her cousin
Their mouths moving proudly
Yet their meanings blurred

She watches them laughing
See's baby crying
Yet why should she care
The baby's not her's

She see's so much love
So much laughter in movement
She see's so much flourishing
And it's all hers

The punishment blurring
The passion so strong
Yet she is so happy
For she has her longing
And her longing is hers