They have to leave the house,

the house painted so lovingly,

they carry their cat with them,

they already placed their dog

In a kennel, till they find a place,

they don´t complain, they go on,

just seeing all is taken care of.

And the child follows them,

shaken for a minute at first,

at their rapidly changing station,

comforted then at their new one.

They would change hotels,

adjusting, making ends meet,

keeping together in loyalty.

The child dutifully goes along,

trying not to make too much noise,

while she plays in the corridors

of a sometimes dreary hotel,

remembering their old house,

the house where she was born.

Finally, they find a new house,

they can afford the new rent,

they move in relieved at last,

they bring back their old dog,

happy with him and the cat

they settle down once again.

They didn´t know perhaps then

but they had brought up

a sort of spiritual vagabond,

a staunch bohemian at best.

In spite of all the upheavals

I am grateful to them now,

for keeping together in hardships,

for leaving no animal behind,

for doing their best as they could,

because you see, I was that child.