Watching Over You

for my children What is life but a rite of passage, an epigrammatic trial, A transient state, a walk through the trees, A stroll for a crooked mile. When it seems at last to be ended, finished, over and done, Such finality just an illusion For eternity has begun. Oh, I know you dwell on the nature of grief, the savagery of pain, And that tears may flow without end, And sadness will ever remain. But just like the source of the oceans, emotions or life-giving air, The fact that you cannot see these things Does not mean they are not there. And I will always be here, in your blood and soul and mind, I am part and parcel of all that you are, Just seek and you will find. My love for you, my pride in you, lives forever and a day, No death can diminish such potency, Nor bury it's meaning away. Reach out to me and feel for me and always know my name, For I will burn with a guiding light, An everlasting flame. As years will pass I shall remain a part of all you do, Wherever you are, wherever you go, Always watching over you.