Baby Monk
Baby monk with almond eyes,
Do you miss your mother?
Sent so young, so far away,
called to live with others.
Baby Monk with cherry cheeks
Worn rough by air-thin mountain
Family chosen at age three,
blessed yak butter flowing fountain.
Baby monk in crimson drape,
street begging is your earning.
Sandaled feet trudge ancient streets,
prayer wheel clockwise turning.
Baby monk your quiet smile
touches me like no other.
Baby boy with almond eyes,
do you miss your mother?
Nancy Leigh Harless
2007 Llasha, Tibet