Poezja

my child, o! my child,
my child , the memory of my tender pasts,
o! my child , in you is my longevity,

when i am gone, in you, i retain my existence,
o! my child,my continuity that's what you are,
you are the future my weary eyes long to see,

your strength and vigor are my  pride,
my grey, my pace are your guide,
my child, the next to my shadow,

my child, you are the  mirror reflection  of my youth,
my child, my kind, the almanac of wealth
my child,o! my greatest tender gifts from above