Reliving the past
Like Frost in December
Nothing can last

Happiness in May
Youth mild and warm
Our child will play
Taking another step forth

She is our world
The crust holding our bubbling mantle
To often we burst
Reshaping the earth

It is what builds her
For better or worse
It is all we can do, to lighten the burden
The parenteral curse

Despite our infractions
She is cool and relaxed
A beacon of hope
In this epic clash

No matter the outcome
I hope she will see
That she is perfection perfected
The child of we