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You were there When I drew the first breath And voiced the first sound of life At my earliest arrival The child I was to you You were there Suckling up my first meal Greedily and innocently On my mother’s breast The little soul I was to you You were there Weaning and leaning on all my four Rapturously babbling off My first muted and mumbled words The babe I was to you You were there Toddling playfully around Fumbling wobbly at all Within my cherubic sight and reach The child I was to you There you were When puberty attended to me And adolescence my host be Alongside its juvenile entourage Still a soul so little to you You were there At the ripening of manhood When the spirit is aglow set In the light of my full moon The child still I remain to you There, you are At point of the diminishing returns As the circles closes, and severed the silver cord At the ripening rots and forms The child of creation, I remain to you.________

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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