When you are gone

 When you are gone,

 

I will plant a peach tree in the backyard,

And wait for it to flower

I will call out for my cows, and ducks and my dog,

And wait for them to come.

 

I will read a book on a sunny Tuesday morning,

And let the calm wind touch my cheek

I will wake up early to go for a walk,

And try to run a little while on the way.

 

I will cook the potatoes, spinach and ginger salad

And sit under a tree to eat them with my fingers

I will wash my hands and my plate in the streams of the rivulet

And drink a little water from it

 

I will make plans to play with my friends in the sugarcane field

And push my friend to the ground from behind

I will throw some dirty soil on his hair

And tell him that someone else did it

 

I will wear a sparkly fresh scented dress for the carnival

And scream loud to hide my fear on the merry-go-round

I will shoplift a bunny toy from the shop there

And run right back to my house, trembling

 

I will read a book on how to avoid pimples

And one about the war that broke out in the west

I will learn how to fly a kite,

And write a message on my kite and let it loose

 

I will sit on the sand of the beach on Friday afternoon,

And feel the sand trickling through my fingers

I will put my toes in the water

And fancy learning to swim

 

I will snuggle in my blanket and close my eyes

And try to dream of a joy train ride

I will put my pillow in between my arms

And rest my head, tilted, on the bed.

 

When you are gone.