Acrostic Forrespiration

Letter from a mother in the woods ... Dum spiro

Mom I'm getting married! And you opened my heart in hopes of a woman.
Mom, I'm getting married! And I see you happy to choose your path.
Mom, I'm getting married! And I run inside, like a river that goes down,
the years passed, memories, joys and even some pain.

Hugs to you little one that - already - you were in little steps,
the cure to his knees and kiss them at times to cure you, pull yourself up robust
from my weakness, until I asked myself:
but those who ate quell'adulto my baby?

sudden moments, moments, hopes and dreams of a life
, birthdays, friends,
races to training, your first Amoretti;
yet, and yet how beautiful it seems to me
this man, who also My son swallowed.

You are - I see - looking out the window of life,
you watch and wonder if you'll be happy;
but the doubt is for me, inside my heart, and
unexpressed, eventually will dissolve into tears
a day, but yes, perhaps that very day.

Mom, I'm getting married! And I miss you, like me you are already a failure,
years of study, work, love the tumult of a nascent
in the hours with her in caring for you, in your own thoughts.
Plan, plan your home has become a space fast,
seemed not to understand - and understand - I grew up with you.

I think our family, now a mighty oak,
which has the song of sparrows and protects passers
and did not need much care, though always in need of you.
From beneath this oak I tell you - and all care for her -
because every love which is born, every promise of life,
need of attention, love, as a water plant.

and learn and I feel inexperienced, under the giant branches, while protecting
that, but - I myself wanderer - in
and relive your days at the time, I find myself stealing
- a mother - a little ' of your own emotions, and superimpose
mine, who married your father.

But another role waiting for us and, without removing the sun,
we learn anew, preparing to study,
in these woods, so full life, you are, who we are.

Now that the storm has passed, I feel the grass grow;
stretches from our roots to yours, then very more in the
and the large drops of rain, up to now withheld
can now go down, without doing evil.