I was a child.
I was joking,
I fell, but with my head held high I ran.
Into my mother’s arms.
In my youth,
Among the trees behind the house,
I loved it and was rejected.
But your arms were still in pain...
Heartache in a storm of great fury within me.
Today, old and tired, I am
Remembering your eyes
Always saying
“I love you, my dear son.”