Country maid, checking your look in my window’s reflection
When we greet you won’t offer your worker’s hand
Just a forearm strong as a leopard’s
An armor of learned submissions
Protects a fearless soul – no problem you can’t fix
Nothing you can’t do. Watch my lips.
People shake their heads, Primary 5 only
Shyness is a bigger roadblock
But here you come with your notebook
Giggle at your handwriting, but you remember
Giggles in the night
Play with the boy but don’t let him stop you
Patient prodding, watch my lips, repeat after me
You would practice for hours
What’s possible, more than this?
If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.