Missing my sons, who are far away at school…

Your own two feet

.

You have far too much luggage

all piled messy on a cart…

A bump, and it all slides off

.

I long to help you,

my whole being aches…

Nothing to do, for it’s only a dream

.

My arms are heavy with sleep.

You must learn to stand…

On your own two feet

.

.