Christian kjellvander

Polish Daughter

Christian kjellvander


She was a sinner like all other guardians 
For of her daughter she was proud 
Went to the market on the third Sunday again 
And there she vanished in the crowd 

Oh it wasn't long ago you suckled to her breast 
And how your eyes exploded as you took your first 
breath 
Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn 
To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest 
Forlorn but for the best 

Immigrants come and emigrants go 
Tell me why is it like that? 
Emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind 
Ones' emaciation an others' fat 

Oh it wasn't long ago you suckled to her breast 
And how your eyes exploded as you took your first 
breath 
Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn 
To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest 
Forlorn but for the best 

Crying emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind 
Touching all the trees to see if there was one with bark like mine 
In denial we worried that this was never meant 
And on trial in the wake of all the prayers we never sent 

And it wasn't long ago you suckled to its breast 
And now your eyes implode as you take your last breathe 
Now that lading days return the want gives into yearn 
Returning to your nest you lay your head to rest 
Forworn but for the best