Like branches that protrude, from a majestic tree,
My children, like limbs, are extensions of me.
In there, is my nest, so painstakingly created,
A home for my babies, that is too-soon, vacated.
They extend my life, they are my continuance of dreams,
The are the leagacy I leave, the hope that redeems.
They are all that I did, and all I never achieved,
They will continue my life, long after they've grieved.
My heirlooms, my treasures, all I have left to give,
I bequest to them their future, that long, may they live.
My yesterday, my today, my tomorrow, they are.
May their life span be lengthy, may it take them afar.
I stand here, stalwart, an ever-loving tree,
And my children, like limbs, are extensions of me.