But, with youthful blindness, they never saw my pain. They just kept taking and taking.
(She supports herself with both hands now)
I'm so weak, now...
(Closes her eyes a moment)
I have little more to give. But, still they hurt me.
(Pause. A tear. Cries out)
I cry out in great sorrow, but I'm not heard!
(Becomes almost frantic)
I plead with my children...Please, stop all this pain!
(Holds out hands, pleading)
Don't you love your mother anymore? Do you want to see her die?!
(Pause. Hand down for support. Gentle and sad)
I gave you, my children, a tree, you chopped it down.
(Looks out to audience for first time)