Today I am so much less than I used to be
Who am I?, I don't know me

Through the eyes of my children
This old lady who cannot walk or see

My memory full of things that did not be
My attempts to go back met with hostility
Ashamed I do not know how I lived and what was so
My stories wrong wherever I go

Am I wrong to tell my stories
when told by children more gorely

Is this caused by something I did or did not do?.
Why do I draw hostility from you?.

My regret is much that I lost touch.
With the beautiful child that I knew.

How to build up a child I have wronged-
Your beauty and talents were not my song.

I did to my mom what you to me do.
Breaking down me seems to bring up you.

Do not forget that I love you,
Always proud of what you do.

When you are old may your child see;
pride in what you used to be.