Between my 22 years and my grandma’s
There is the life of another human,
Old enough to have grand-children.
Between my life and a new-born,
A young boy or girl awaits
To fulfill a life made of promises.
Between a new-born
And the idea of humanity,
There is the hope of living.
Each time life seems to end,
It only turns its face
and throw us
Back in the beginnings//
Remember and honor
The idea that made you.