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
.
.
Thank you Paola… but it was only a dream…
Oh Rilla, this is heart-wrenching…