And now when so many years have passed
since last I saw you, spoke to you,
now that I think I know you as I never
knew you, I so young, so callow,
so self-absorbed, I reach out to you
in your pain, your growing aloneness.
Now when my children have grown up,
left home, have children of their own,
children that I never see and I
remember how it was when they were young,
those days that seemed so long
but were so short,
I understand you and reach out to you.
Will you be there? Will we meet again one day at last
as equals?
