I want the best of life for you

but you too must understand

what I can do

you must be patient and do

what you can

I can't create the fruits

I may create space

for you to stand but I can't

become the legs:

you must run the race

on your own and be

what you dream

the redness of mars

and the whiteness of moon

merge in you

you have words to conquer

and miles to go, my dear

you must rear the goose

and have the gold each day

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dedicate the poem to my daughter WINNY. Composed on her 23rd Birthday.

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Great Poem. Wonderful sentiment. ~Rae