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Oh My Quaint Mother

You brought me in this drome,

And brought I nothing from.

You taught me what to see,

You taught me what to be.

Suntan, flounder to feed swarm kids,

Unmannered army of chirping midge,

I wait for you as dusk approach,

Until return with manna in slouch.

You knew when I was in worry,

You knew when I was in sorry.

You ‘re the one to know my best,

Cite time to play and time to rest.

You fed me when I was hungry,

Fondle to calm when I was angry.

You cared for me when I was sick,

Encouraged when I was weak.

When I realized what you have done,

Laying aside all, you were gone,

Unanswered wept, yelled “my mother…”,

“I miss you!”, “Oh my quaint mother”.

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Summary:

Based on life an Adi village boy/girl with siblings.  They play much with friends in and after School thus making sound like birds’ chirping. The ‘dusk’ or ‘Evening’ brings them back to their home and wait for their parent to return from Arík (field) who brings them  ‘aman’ from the field like makung, lodor, engín etc. which they used to receive while still standing on ‘tunggu’.  But as they grow old, when they realized her real love and care, their mother already left the World, all to a ‘utter simply’.