for Franziska I I know who I am because I know how To where I am here when I am now Having been elsewhere but no longer there Knowing who I am so what I mean How beginning through end now in between Being me I can be anywhere And still be who I am as I will be I know who I am from being me A long time in the making here I Am taking my chance for a glance at why II The men would close those doors When I was on the other side Said it was ours not yours To do who did and to decide When I was a kid but I remember then and now what And how it felt to be In the family The men played their cards and They said hard things to understand And then I saw them go On and be gone but now I know What they were doing when They closed those doors and I again Could see then from outside How it had to be When they went they ushered me In with them inside III When my mother said I was no good By her smile I understood She meant I was like my father And understanding should not bother Me because I saw she thought Remembering what she forgot I would come to be a poet too Maybe become something else he was Remembering like I do I saw she knew like a mother does Steven Curtis Lance