Oh, how I wish this did not have to be,
that she could be my baby evermore.
My power to deny her destiny
is that which her grandparents had before.
That this will be her course One has decreed.
I know that it is out of my control,
but One, I’m sure, would readily concede
that caring for my daughter is my role.
I could protect her if I go along,
though I would slow her with my rusty shell.
Together we’d be almost twice as strong.
My years of wisdom might help out as well.
That settles it: Her way’s the way for me.
But should I offer help and risk rebuff?
Or stay behind then follow secretly?
Which way is best? I’ll find out soon enough.
When she tells me what her intentions are,
then I’ll know whether I should do the same.
I hope I can; to follow her that far
unseen would be a very risky game.
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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