My Children

They are grown
My fathering is all but done
I’m no longer the tower of their lives
Now, just a consultant
An occasional touchstone
In lives that are full to the brim
Of things I know nothing of
How I wish I had done a better job
To have been there more
To have paid more attention
I have many regrets
And many wonderful memories
How have they turned out so magnificently well?
I certainly don’t deserve to have such a fine pair to my credit
It’s their mother
She has been the real deal
There has never been one better
I have been a half-rate provider
They are still the luckiest kids in the world
Godspeed to my precious ones
I am so proud of you
I love you so
I wish you could know