You were there;
You held my hands
When I took my first steps;
You directed, guided and supported me
As I stumbled to find my path.
You gave up your own
To make sure I found mine.
You instructed,
I listened;
Mostly.
We talked,
We laughed, we cried.
I grew.
Then my wings were strong
And I flew.
I flew from my nest
And the time at last
Was again yours.
Your time to fly.
But it takes time
To grow your own wings,
When your energies were in your child's.
It takes time to let the sunshine
Filter back on your own face.
And time was not yours to have.
Your time was short;
But you made it mine.
And suddenly
Your time was gone;
Before your wings
Let you soar;
Before you reached your sun.
And when you left
It stabbed my heart.
I could not cry
For the tears might dissolve
My soul.
Now, I am older than you
Ever were.
Now I fly,
And keep you near.
I fly for us both.
And I took my children's hands
And they take theirs.
Now we share the path you set;
And we fly in your sun.
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