Parents

The day you go, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Cry a little, I guess, or a lot—that’s probably more true.

I’ll begin to remember all the little things that made you, well, you.

And then I’ll cry some more; I’ll surely be feeling blue.

The teachings you gave will haunt and come through,

Memories replacing all the moments anew.

I will be left with a vivid echo, just one or two,

A shining shimmer of all the things you would do.

You were there to hear my first cry,

Help me grow,

Gave me the tools,

So when I was big enough, I could fly.

I guess, Mam and Dad,

This is my thank you,

For the warmth and wisdom that carried me through.

Though one day you’ll leave, in my heart you’ll stay,

Guiding me gently, come what may.

And all that I am, and all that I do,

Is touched by the love I carry from you.