The paucity of language is shown by the use of a single word, "mother," to cover numerous relationships created by the passage of the years. Is it possible that person [barely recovered from childhood] is myself, the new parent of a tiny, helpless infant song? The schoolboy and campter with no time for more than a nod in my direction; the young man who left home, so casually, never to return; the father, who, generously, made me the grandmother of three - are they one person? Am I? With thankfulness, I am still linked, today, to an able, handsome, middle-aged giant, but those former selves have disappeared forever. Only the titles remain unchanged.