Father used to say, grow up, you will see,
Live long enough and your wisdom will decree.
You will distinguish what's real, from the shams and the fake,
Maturity shall guide you through decisions you'll make.

With time, you'll comprehend, his words were true,
Storms will reveal who'll support you through.
The enchantment of kindness, not mere illusion,
Its magic will nurture you, with a gentle infusion.

Through the passage of years, unveiled shall be,
Life's allure, its essence you'll perceive with glee.
A wand may not wield it, but kindness indeed,
An enchanting power, fulfilling every need.

In the midst of life's chaos, a hand will hold,
Providing solace, reassuring and bold.
The storms shall pass, and right in their wake,
will stand the truest of friendships, their bond won't break.

So when you grow up, my dear, listen to time very well
that's how you'll tell the poisoned chalice from the holy grail .