I walk in the light of my children,
I breathe the air of their life;
I yearn for the days of yore
When they entered this world of strife.
Bring them happiness I pray,
Bring them joy and love,
Protect them from the pain of age and
Provide them with that for which I strove.
I wish I could but hold your hand
and guide you through life’s path,
But, like time, I must move on without choice
And leave you with your own sweet voice.
Go my child and be your own self,
Go and see what life holds for you.
But tread not in my steps for they
Will only show that yours will be a better way.
© One Writer and His Blog, 2013