I miss him.
so I stay home and wait for him.
Maiden of the Ba Tree 2007 oil on 35 ceramic spoons collection of the artist
My son left me at an early age.
I was sleeping while he slipped away...
...and I was dreaming...
...and woke up crying.
sweep the floor, wash the dishes.
I make new friends.
I invite them into this house...
...and tell them my story.
so they left to help me.
they searched far and wide...
...and prayed for guidance.
she said Every spoonful you feed a baby...
...becomes every teardrop for that baby.
...when at last you halt to feed...
I am old and my bones creek.
my back hurts and my eyes blurry.
but they won't leave.
I am too weak to chase them away.
and I doze off regularly.
lately I have been dreaming of my son...
...he brings my parents to see me...
...they lead me to a graveyard...
...and throw stones at me.
so, after this, what awaits me?
I am losing all my faculties...
...they fly away, they abandon me.
...just like my baby.
(Mother, I'm here)
Every spoonful that I feed...
(I have never left you)
...Becomes every teardrop that I keep.
(You choose not to see me...)
...Teardrops & Raindrops that come my way...
(...because of what I embody)
...I bear alone, my opinions don't sway.
(but I have always held this leaf above your head.)
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1. Domestic Bliss
new kind of friends starts to see me.
they searched far and wide...
...becomes every teardrop for that baby...
...when at last you halt to feed..
...is the end of what you need.
lately I have been dreaming of my son...