When I got to the cemetery

it was still dark. I found my way to my mother's grave. I told her my whole heart. I gave her a report about all her children. We are blame for everything that is broke or missing. I have to fight for them all the time.

Pounene

I am tired, I have no more to give, this is too much for me. I began to cry. I was so sure she would get up out of that grave, but she never did. The sun was coming up. Death must be a powerful thing, when it won't let you come and see about your child.