Though I did not inherit your surname,
and I regret that those who did, did not
live on, I take from you Love to be free,
that precious right to exist without fear

I will perpetuate the line, propagate
the species of untethered ideas, for what 
does it matter that She was my forebear

Today I christen myself
the rightful heir to your sky,
to the wind you leave us

cc: Chagall, Mikhail