Her eyes were bright
but they were weighed down by heavy burdens.
There were bags that looked like canoes,
filled with many things and water,
but which refused to sink.
Beneath her bright eyes were bags
filled with tears she refused to shed
because she thought she would be seen as weak.
But oh, how much more beautiful she would be
if she would empty her canoes of all her tears
so that joy can float freely on her face
like a bamboo raft.
OurNanaYaa (c) 2016