When that day comes, I will have tried my best
To ready you for it, and any test
That comes your way in years I will not see;
The days of you beyond these days with me.

My child, the only words I have are these:
You’ve made me proud with all you’ve done and said.
But leaves must one day drop off from their trees,
For by return-to-dirt are many fed.

I know I once was strong and have grown weak,
And addled much these days have I become:
Accepting now of fingers turning numb,
And eyes that cease to see what hearts still seek.

So please, remember what I’m speaking of:
With love, acceptance; with acceptance — love