When my daughter was little

Sunethra Aluthdunne - Matale
Sunethra Aluthdunne - Matale
2021-September

I used to take her out to show the night

First she keeps her lip tight

Then begins to ask questions so bright.

“Who hung the Moon there in the Sky?”

“God”

I used to say after thinking a while

“Why is his lamp blackend, a slight?”

because of the lampblack I used to say

though they were big lies,

“Where all these flying lights come from?”

“From the Stars that glimmer in blithe “.

“Who gave me to you?”

“God , he created you with his all might”

When she grew up and had a baby nice

She streached out it to me with an impish smile,

“This is the baby ,god created with all his might ,

the god just now went out, to register the birth of his child .