Not to Be

We cried for what we could have been

All the things we would have done,

Grandmothers laughing together,

With the precious little ones.

Horseback riding (you),

Surfing the ocean’s swells (me);

What we envisioned ended

It was not to be.

Your green-eyed daughter’s sparkles,

My blond son’s noble charms,

Would have reproduced in beauty,

Impish darlings for our arms.

But life goes in all directions,

Our children have reasons for what they must do,

And when they left one another,

We had to accept that as right too.

We’ll believe that they’ve made the correct choices,

We’ll stand behind their new dreams.

We’ll always know what we cannot have

Lives altered by conflicting streams.