Come, my child, to my side
Can you hear the turning tide?
Take you now this diadem
And listen well to all of them

You may still be too young to see
The life and joy you’ve yet to be
But I know you’ve a wondrous heart
Full of music, love, and art

Would I could see beyond these years
Could give an answer to those fears
But no chance for impossible feats
Just my hands on yours upon these sheets

Take care of those who’ll need it most
And when you’re left on rocky coast
Oh, I would give all else I do
To stand beside and guide you through

But now we two must say good night
So in your bed at home sleep tight
You now have all that’s left of me
My little one, my Stephany

This is a work of fiction. Characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Seriously.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2013. Title donated by one Stephany P. Seriously.

This entry was posted on September 22, 2013 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Poem-a-day 2013