Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters
Of life's longing for itself
They come through you
But not from you,
And though they are with you
Yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love
But not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies
But not their souls,
For their souls dwell
In the house of tomorrow
Which you cannot visit,
Not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
But seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward
Nor tarries with yesterday.