I stood before them opening my heart
Their eyes showing wonder.
My stories brief, sensation at times
Just relating about my culture
Moments before unknown.

Their questions are simple
I answer to the best of my ability.
It is not their fault the lack of knowledge
The organization of learning bypasses mine.

I return home
At a later date I received their word.
A child's gift to me is their honesty;
I press the letters to my heart
Thank you my children from Windsor
I hope when you are my age, a knowledge will be in part.