When I wrote these words I remembered how unconfortable I felt with such an old parents, if you read it I'm sure you'll understand or at least you'll know what I felt and I feel till now...
You’re 50
And you want another baby
You’re 50 and she’s 37
You wanted a son
What would you have done
with another daughter?
You might think that was
not a good while
You had better thought more
that once
You had better thought that
your economic situation wouldn’t be good later
You had better thought that
you wouldn’t have enough time for me
Because I felt that you
wanted to have me in a beginning
But some years later I felt
that you didn’t want me
I needed more time than
what you dedicated me
Why did you want to have
me?
If you didn’t have any time
for me
I feel that you wanted
another child because you didn’t have anybody to treat badly.
You’re 50
And she’s 37
And you want another baby
That baby is I
And I don’t know why
You wanted to bring me to
this world
I don’t want to say that I
didn’t want to live in this world
In fact I love this world
But I’m looking for an
explanation
And I want you to tell me
the true
Because I take years
wondering the same
And because I am a man, a
grown man,
I don’t want you to say me
that you had to bring me into this world
Because I know you wanted
to do it,
Yeah, you did
And I want to know why,
All because I can’t find
the answer
Of why to bring children to
this world
Don’t say that the children
are the fruit of love
That’s not an answer for me
An answer would be for me
An answer with true
reasons,
“We brought you to life for
this or for that”.
June 20th, 2005
