For My Children 

Know that I have held you in my heart,

Even when miles apart. 

Know that come hell or high water,

You are my sons and my daughter. 

Torrential rains and hurricane winds,

My love never dim’d. 

In the floods of life,

Court not strife,

Seek high ground. 

For in the noble, good, and true

You’ll find what we most often seek

Me and you. 

Nothing lasts, ask not the reason,

Endings come to all,

Even seasons. 

May God above take you by the hand.

Be ready to leave your games—no matter how grand. 

For too oft we forget,

The flood always comes around. 

Seek High ground.