What lovely flowers you've brought to me.
If only I could taste of their sweetness again.
You have grown so much. Taller and wiser.
Are those children? You really have moved on.

No, don’t cry now. There is nothing to worry about.
Time is no one’s enemy, least of all yours.
Having treated us so well, I dare say it’s a friend.
Please don’t cry, not while I can’t wipe away the tears.

I’m sorry I missed your birthday,
and I’m afraid I might miss the next one too.
Time just seems to have slipped away from me.
Not that there’s a need to keep track. No, not anymore.

Soon though, we can be together again,
when you grow tired and frail as I had.
Your children will bring beautiful flowers to you, too.
Then sure as the dawn, your time will have left you.
And we will be together again.