One day surely I will be gone. You, children, can continue to weave, With mother’s silk and children’s yarn, So the old cloth can turn a new leaf. Taken from the poem: “Real Silk From Mother’s Hand” by Paiwarin Khao-Ngam (1995: 39).
One day surely I will be gone.You, children, can continue to weave,With mother’s silk and children’s yarn,So the old cloth can turn a new leaf.Taken from the poem: “Real Silk From Mother’s Hand” by Paiwarin Khao-Ngam (1995: 39).