Here we are, you and I, the road ahead long and winding,

My sun was up, hours ago, yours – just about rising…

To see this dawn, I have plodded hours and walked miles…

The journey ahead excites you, you are all smiles!

Your basket brims with gay frolic and fun stories

Mine is packed with caution, care, and a few worries…

Your sun was mine too, a long, long time ago,

With his sunset hues, he’s now ready to take a bow…

The dances with the flowers, the singing with the birds

Are yours to enjoy as you mingle with the herds…

You prance down the path, a song in your heart,

Flowery wings rush you on, giving you a gentle start…

When brambles bruise  you and stones block your way,

I’ll be right behind, every step, every day.

My night draws near, my spirit is now weak.

I know very soon I’ll hear your voice from atop a peak…

“Mother of mine! I see new hills, new valleys, and new skies!

And look, oh mother! I can see my Sun rise!