A desire to fly, but without wings,
Expect a voice, but just a cry to sing,
I came to a place, where I had a din to hear,
Left my mother, though with tears.

No language to speak, just new faces to see,
New hands to lift, new hands to pamper just for me,
An angel I saw, she asked my name,
Few teeth in mouth, what a shame.

She took me in her laps, to know my name,
As she had to see the child that she had to tame,
Gave me a seat, and a smile with a sweet,
Took a promise, 'tommorow to meet.'

Came home with joy with so much to tell,
That I had a summer not a hail,
To my mother I told with all the words I knew,
Promised not to fear, when she would leave.