Baby tears wiped away
Carried by a special aunt
Back and forth her hips sway
Humming a song of happiness
She points to the afternoon sky
Somehow sensing his sadness
Amidst the backyard kaukau mounds
Grandma digs the ground
As cool distant winds make their rounds
To the sky once again her eyes
One day, she says, one bright day
Tears will be wiped from your eyes
He understanding and not saying
It’s just the feeling of sadness
How does he tell her of that longing?
There are no words just feeling
A child has no words…
In time, grownups forget that feeling
She sings and he listens to her song
Slowly lulled to peaceful quiet
Sometimes he wonders: how long…
How long before mum and dad return?
A day? A week? Maybe a month?
But the seasons come and go in turn
The kaukau planted in December
His grandma harvested today
Maybe… they’ll come November?
A week, to a child, is a year
How can he ask without words he hasn’t learnt?
He dreams his parents voice in his ear