Mon fils

My son,
Try to understand me:
I don't know how to handle it well,
And it's not easy to say.
You must have noticed,
For a few years now,
That she had lost her smile,
Although she kept her beauty.
You've seen me leave more often
Than be there to wake you up.
My son,
You know, in life,
There are differences
That you must now learn.
It's never black or white
But a different shade of gray
Like reflections in the ashes.
We adored each other, then without understanding,
We forget what we promised,
And one day the child grows up.
My son,
I speak to you as a man
Because you are a man
And I am soon finished.
Nothing is done by chance.
I'm going somewhere
To try to rebuild my life.
I will think of you often.
I will see you from time to time
And I will know that you are growing up.
My son,
Try to understand me.
I don't know how to handle it well
And we have never spoken.
I try to explain to you
That anything can happen,
That nothing human is eternal,
Even when feelings get involved,
And you will learn this too
When your son has grown up.