Dust settles in on the year
No cheer and more clear
Less certainty and more fear
A stocktaking of losses
A father’s touch
A parent’s cocoon
A princess existence
Time the prankster
Showing me who the master is
And I bowed to his supremacy
Money and materials has the life of a glowworm
Only enough sheen for a day
When the sun sets, you are exposed
You need the human touch
That reassuring hand helping you face the world
That innocent smile telling you of the goodness left behind
That ring of familiarity – friends and family
Wanting yet lasting – for the years to come
