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Christina: Tristan's Poem

TRISTAN'S POEM

When the dark is all around you
and the snow is blowing hard
I will be there...
When the sun is beating down
and the wind blasts the shells,
I will be there...

When you are a little boy -
pockets full of rubber bands
and stones
I will be there...

When you are a young man,
angry, afraid, uncertain -
I will be there...

When you are a man
with a family of your own
I will be there...

I am your Grandmother.

I may not be close to you
physically, to see
the man you will become;
but in spirit I will linger here
and you will never be
alone.

For you, I will be here.
For you, I will always be here.

©Copyright January 2002 by Christina