to the woman after me
both of my flesh and blood
don't let the weight of the world
bear a mark over your strong shoulders
or the words from the poisonous tongues
of envious fellow earthlings
dishearten your soul
these over-bearings are ordinary
in your life as it was in mine
oh sweet yield of my womb
the monsoon winds might change with seasons
so will the deeds of men
but don't let loose of your roots
water and nourish them instead
with sprinkles of courage
and soil rich in wisdom

for this i tell you, none is greater...