Without me, who will take you home from school.

Who will write letters for you to bring to class.

Who will dry your tears when you cry.

Who will take you out on rainy evenings.

And when you smile during the nights,

who will admire your white teeth.

Your bright eyes are like glistening planets.

When the air’s foggy, who will breathe to clear the mist.

Who will hold your hands to make your cheeks turn pink.

Who will gently breathe clouds into your hair...

Without me, if one day you should cry,

the autumn light in your eyes will be diminished,

and your hair grows longer with poetic melancholy…

Without me, who will fondle you.

Who will see the smile in your eyes.

Who will listen to you talking about the autumn wind.

Who will hold your hands and lead you to the joys of Spring.

And feel your veins pulsing with life.

Without me, if one day you should die,

God will ask me why your hair lacks luster,

why your arms so skinny, why your eyes so dull.

With head bowed in shame, I’ll be heading toward Hell.