Monday, November 7, 2016


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.