Os filhos são para o Mundo - Um poema de Neeti Ray

I watch you as you go
As you run, glide, slide
And fly away
To find purple mountains of glory.

I stand here still, quiet, alone
Aching a little
Smiling a little
I stay and I watch you leave.

I hope you find them
The horizons you seek
I’ll stay here a while longer
Trying to find my center again.

I’ll stay here rooted
Quiet, pensive, deep
Stay here
And be sad.

I’ll find joy again in my ordinary sunrises
And my assured evening sun downs
I’ll stay here
And I’ll miss you.

I’ll still be here when you return
I’ll be waiting for you to come back
And wrap me around with some of that purple glory
That I hope you found…

by Neeti Ray