Your Child

Your child is not yours,
they are the daughters of the Living,
who missed herself. They are born through you,
but not of you,
they are with you, but not yours. Give them your affection,
but do not offer your thoughts,
because in them there is a separate mind. Should you give home for his body,
but not for his soul,
because their souls are the residents of the future home,
which you can not visit,
even in your dreams. You may try to resemble them,
but do not make them like you,
because life never goes backwards,
or sink into the past. You are your son's bow,
darts live, dashed away. The Archer targets for immortality,
He stretches you with His power,
until the arrow shot fast and fast. Rejoice in the arms of the Archer,
because He loves the arrows that are darting like lightning,
as He loves a steady bow.

From: khalil gibran