I write this as another poet sings,
And her words keep tying into mine,
But I flick them out of my knots.
This is from me, for you, for all of time.
Your ladder goes higher than the next few,
And so your journey is more strenuous and long,
But I never worry about that.
I know you'll reach your finish line, where you know you belong.
I will reach down when I can, but often I cannot,
My hands are preoccupied but I can try to balance,
And if I'm unable, I'll call upon others,
And you will reach brilliance.
