"Somehow I lost you, Son, along the way---

I do not know just how it came to be;

I only know that you were mine one day,

Then suddenly you slipped away from me.

Did I say 'suddenly'? I do you wrong,

For not in rash decision did you go,

Setting your sail in anger, pushed along

By overwhelming force, or undertow.

"No---it was gradual---your craft was new,

And I left you alone to try it out;

I walked the shorelines for a while, and you

Held to your course with confidence, no doubt,

But when the night grew chill, I went inside,

Leaving you, Son, alone with the wind and tide."

Mary Oler, The Reaper

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