Now may I be a covered bridge to you
To lift you o’er the turbulence below;
With walls to help you some in blowing winds,
A roof to shield your head from bitter snow.
May I provide safe passage on your way
A respite from the frigid arctic blast:
A covered bridge along your winter’s way,
That you must leave
To journey on
At last
Incredibly sweet; love this.
Thank you. As a father to grown children, this poem has meaning to me on several levels.
I just wrote my comment and as I hit send, I read yours. GMTA.
I get the image of a parent in this one. Makes me think about how we protect our children, but only for a short while, and then they leave on their own lifes journey.