I was ready for you to go, I thought.
Home was too small for us both.
Nature made you this way, so it’s easier to let you fly.
The time had come.
I waited with longing.
Suddenly the moment was too near.
We bought new stuff,
we packed the car,
we drove off, you got settled.
Nine months you were in my stomach.
Eighteen years you have been in my life.
I shaped and loved you, every day.
I thought I was prepared – until the intensive pain!
Three stops to cry.
Three times I couldn’t breathe.
Three weeks in deep sorrow.