When days together do not last
I turn to past I turn to past
And though between us are miles
I try to catch forgotten smiles.

The part is near, the future's far:
I see my Danny play guitar,
I see my Serge who waves at me,
Diana, busy as a bee,

I see our home that we left
And to protect my past from theft
I put some pictures on Facebook,
Who knows, maybe you will look,

And smile in present from afar.
Each of my children is a star,
The light of them will reach my door
And I'll be happy as before

Oct/2015