Not a soul.

Mother, all is well.

the sun is not kind.

but,uncles wife is warm.

 

Mother, my heart is full.

uncle says I’m grown, I’m a strong boy now.

he will teach me to trade,

I will work hard.

 

Mother, I am scared.

‘Its our little secret’ he says

I must be a man now.

 

Mother, I cant tell a soul.

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