but even so,
you seem to me to be in motion.
So still, My Love,
but in the way of a springing-off point
when the runner has passed by.
I will always love you,
and will always be the mother you need,
as long as (whatever it is that is me) exists.
So, still my love,
no matter these passages,
I love you and send my soul in the easy draft behind you,
my constant runner,
my only heart,
my adored and beautiful boy.