I hardly had
the time to hide
before my children found me

With shouts and screams,
excited bouts
of laughter all around me

If only they
had played the game,
the one in life,
both come, and came,
I sought their gaze
but never fame,
for I cannot
have stayed the same

They loved me well,
and knew me much,
but hardly felt
my tempest’s touch.