YOU:

To you my old one, who listens to me with half an ear,

Who doesn’t hear what I´m trying to say,

I thank you for permitting me to hear,

What I say to God when I kneel & pray.

To you my young one, who with barely a glance, breezes in once in a while,

Who feeds briefly from mother´s hand & then says goodbye,

I thank you for helping me let go with a mother´s smile,

And teaching me to loosen ties, all be it with a weary sigh.

To you my little one, who chose to go far away from me,

Who dreams of better things far across the sea,

I thank you for showing me how to live alone,

And guiding  me how to be just me.