Young and untrained, we didn't know it then
That our lives' very fulfillment was to begin.
How we worried about them, loved them
Even as now and yet we do.
Please keep them safe, we prayed.
Give them joy among their tears.
Let them grow up moral and good, we said,
Which they did.
Now, looking back, he and I know
We needn't have worried so.
There is no wrong way to go.
Only love.
We sit and remember and reminisce
And marvel how in them and in their offspring we see
Rebirth of kin – parents, grandparents, even of him and me.
A legacy.