My own son is half of my
blood.
His child has only one fourth
of mine.
Yet I love it more than
I loved my son as a child.
The reason is not far to
seek.
I am desperate for company.
I want a constant companion.
Others are busy to neglect us
both.
The grandchild is my apical
meristem,
That I want to tend to
preserve my root.
25.04.2001
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