You may be born any day now, any hour even.
But here I am alone, just waiting,
with a mixture of trepidation
(having seen too many disasters)
and anticipation of a new age,
not old age exactly,
but grandpa age.
Just as long as all goes well,
I may soon be able to teach you a little,
calmly, slowly but surely,
fruit of experience,
knowledge of one life at least.
Just as long as all goes well,
and even if it doesn't,
I'll send your mother flowers:
despite our damaged love,
I'll try to be slightly there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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