Dreaming in an Orphanage

In the morning I wake up caressed by the early sunlight
In the evening I'm lulled to sleep by the dark of night
I often wonder what it feels like to rest my head
on my mother's breast
or walk hand and hand with my father,
full of laughter and zest.

Alas, I have never known either of them,
since I am told I have been raised here
since I was born.
So why shed a drop of tear?
I would rather take an oath.
When I am grown-up and become a mama
I will wrap up my child in a blanket of endless love.

By Djoeweriah Poorwo Soedarmo