His three children 
woman
neither blind 
I and the youngest 
Against the 
Barge chairs 
The half-fool 
listen
the first 
go ahead and cry 
They are father 
left

The mother is 
over them 
Tig up the youngest 
each fallen 
embrace the middle 
Listener crying 

Too tired to sit 
He 
seat
ThujaThuja-swing chair
Side window 
Always look forward 
I expect 
What is to come
Right given to 
now
And have-to-be


thank you...