I miss the way you used to look at me,

You don’t see my beauty anymore.

Is it gone from me?

Has it faded?

Is it still not within me?

Does not the sun still shine brilliantly though it wait amidst a dark storm?

Or has it blown away like the wind and ceases to return?

Maybe it is dead and gone, just like my son.

So believe me to be dulled by this life,

this life is not done.

So when the clouds have shifted and the darkness fades,

the storm will roll away and

you will see my light.

Yes, you will feel my warmth again.

My beauty’s behind the clouds.