A symbolic gift to Matthew ... is a poem, the same that I devoted to my son 30 years ago:
Your children are not your children.
are the sons and daughters of life itself.
You put them in the world but not creating them.
They are close to you, but they are not your thing.
You can give them all your love,
but not your ideas.
Why 'they have their own ideas.
You can write home to their bodies, not their soul
. Why
'their souls dwell in the house of the future, where you
not' given to enter, even with the dream
.
You can try to look like their
but they will not resemble you. Why
'life does not go back,
and does not stop yesterday.
You are the bow that launches children into tomorrow.
(Khalil Gibran)
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