Are you hungry, my Little One?
Never mind - soon it will be time to eat.
Look: Mamma is putting yams in a pot to boil;
you can eat them mashed,
that way your mouth will not hurt
the way it does when you have to chew.
Why don’t you lie down and rest now?
When you wake up, it will be time for dinner.
My Little One, my Beloved, watches me,
sees me take yams from a basket,
sees me place them in the cooking pot.
I make a show of putting the pot on the fire,
cleaning pans, busying myself
with preparing the meal to come.
From the corner of my eye I watch.
Little eyes grow drowsy at last with waiting.
Little eyes fall closed at last, still wondering
when the meal will be ready to eat.
I look down at the stones
which I have placed in the pot.
The water is boiling at last.
I let it boil. My Little One will sleep now,
and I will let my Little One sleep.