Sunday, 19 April 2015

Saying good bye.

Don't you hate saying good bye to children?

Some of them go away
and some of them grow distant.

Some of them we leave (what fools we are)
and are left with a lifetime of remembrances.

Some of them die (only a few, thank goodness)
but the ones that don't, grow up.

To you that have the children,
I hope you know what you've got.

The future, changeable, in your hands,
something to treasure and tend.

Treasure, not topiary.
Do not prune, twist, or bend.

1 comment:

Barb Schanel said...

So glad to be able to say hello to you again!