Will you recognize me when you see me again?
Time will have turned as life turns around
On its sad carousel where it invites us,
When, with your grey-green eyes, you look at me.
Perhaps you will be, alas! Already too grown
For us to walk, hand in hand, as both of us once did,
Father and daughter, to the playground;
Then I will cry without a sound being heard.
A few years have already passed, my child,
Where I could neither see you grow nor smile,
Where I could not sign to you how much I love your laughter,
Where you did not hold me tight against your triumphant heart.
You will see me stooped, I will find you grown,
Old, you will find me, beautiful, I will see you,
You will run in the fields, walking, I will follow you,
Under the southern sky smelling of lavender.
Never, despite the passing time, one day you will know,
Have I forgotten you; and if life wavers…
I will recognize you… But then, you, my daughter,
Will you recognize me when you see me again?