Polish Daughter

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