I’ll be Mother Earth,
Nurturing your life.
I’ll be Father Time,
Watching seasons,
Your growth, go by.
I’ll be patient Death,
Waiting to clutch
Your capable hand.
I’ll be beside you,
Longing for notice.
Seeking your voice.
Until the final day,
When your eyes
Meet mine for the
First and last time.
I’m perceived familiar,
And you are all I know.