Fear

Fear by Gabriela Mistral
I don’t want them to turn
my little girl into a swallow.
She would fly far away into the sky
and never fly again to my straw bed
or she would nest in the eaves
where I could not comb her hair.
I don’t want them to turn
my little girl into a swallow.
I don’t want them to make
my little girl a princess.
In tiny golden slippers
how could she play on the meadow?
And when night came, no longer
would she sleep at my side.
I don’t want them to make
my little girl a princess.
And even less do I want them
one day to make her queen.
They would put her on a throne
where I could not go to see her.
And when nighttime came
I could never rock her . . .
I don’t want them to make
my little girl a queen!
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