THE CHAMPA FLOWER（第1页）
THECHAMPAFLOWER
SupposingIbecameachampaflower，justforfun，andgrewhupthattree，andshookihlaughterahenewlybuddedleaves，wouldyoukher?
Youwouldcall，“Baby，whereareyou?”andIshouldlaughtomyselfaequiet。
Ishouldslylyopealsandwatchyouatyourwork。
&eryourbath，withreadonyourshoulders，youwalkedthroughtheshadowofthechampatreetothelittlecourtwhereyousayyourprayers，youwouldoftheflower，butnotknowthatite。
&hemiddaymealyousatatthewindRamayana，aree’sshadowfelloveryourhairandyourlap，Ishouldflileshadowontothepageofyourbook，justwherey。
Butwouldyouguessthatitwasthetinyshadowofyourlittlechild?
&heevenihecowshedwiththelightedlampinyourhand，Ishouldsuddenlydropohagainandbeyourownbabyoncemore，aotellmeastory。
“Wherehaveyoubeen，younaughtychild?”
“Iwon’ttellyou，mother。”That’swhatyouandIwouldsaythen。