After many year of tears and pains,

and probably even a little shame,

we still share this house together,

that's held strong through wind and weather.

I guess we are a bit like it,

holding together and using our wits.

So many uncles and couisins to pass,

and also your mom, none seem to last.

Your father is gone, and so is mine,

but we try to push on like it is fine.

After twenty-three years of supporting me,

it is finally time for me to leave.

You will be strong in that house,

while I feed the apartment's mouse.

Thank you for beng there to see,

thank you for letting me be me.