To my darlings,

We haven't met, you're only imaginations
but doesn't mean you're any less, your presence is there
And my darlings, my heart is for you.

When we'll meet, the years will present themselves for you
as gifts who'll bring love, tradition, laughter and the odd arguments too
The oldest darling, I'm looking at you.

But as the grey hairs mark me as their own,
these gifts you'll pass to your darlings,
will be precious to you as you to me
but as we'll not meet just yet
My darlings, my imagination will do.