There’s consolation and some comfort in the knowing
That streets I’ve walked upon they’ll walk on too,
That rivers I have known, they’ll feel in flowing,
Their gift of life transporting, they the crew
Forever destined to new embarkations,
New destinations, some far out of sight,
Predestined in unknown determinations,
Forked with choices they believe are right.
There’s sympathy and empathy in feeling
That those who venture forth to find their route,
Deserve the trust and onward love they’re stealing,
Travellers whose first steps falter’d, as I put
A hand to hold, support the risk they took then,
Determined but with dainty, tiny toes,
Kissed in days I never saw when
New shoes would grow and feet would wander forth.
There are tears that now the door has opened wider,
While heart is closing round the children grown,
Seeking yet to hold a little longer
Even though they, like time, have flown.
I’m counting heads and reeling from the impact
Of emptier nest while four will still remain,
Pretending joy, acceptance of a life fact,
That children grow. And I still have this to feel again.
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