~
you selected paper boats
and untried Icarus wings
for a way to live your life,
I wring my hands but marvel
at the milestones you pass,
as my vigour wanes, cautiously
I make ready to pass on the life-flame
that lit my path,
warmed my hearth,
that chased away dark silhouettes
and unwelcome shadows
all the while I worry
is your paper strong
and will the sunshine
be too hot tomorrow?
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© Graham R Sherwood 01/23