Puzzle: To my son!
When I was ten years old,
It looked like many apples on a tray
I told everybody that they would be delicious!
When I was twenty years old,
It looked like some kind of French hat,
I would love to wear it!
In my thirties,
The more pieces I put it there, though
I was convinced that it was a boat!
May I journey through the stormy sea with it?
When I filled the half of the frame
In my forties
I realized that it was a part of an apron!
What can I do with it?
Now I am fifty years old and do not know what it is!
Every day, however,
I lay down more pieces
One by one
Trusting that someday
It will just appears in front of me
Revealing His (or Her?) own Identity!