Grown

       Married  

                Children of our own

   Yet still 

               The children of our parents

The loving circle

    Of relatives

         We watched it shrink

Felt it fading

    One by one

         They moved on

                   Never to be seen again

It continued

         To the very last

                  One mother

                             To cling to

We did our best

         But she grew weak

                   Like all the rest

                We gathered around

            Shared our love

                       Said goodbye

    With her last breath

            We knew

                       We’re on our own

    We are now true adults

            The Patriarchs of

                       This little tribe

    We are that flickering light

            In the darkness now

                       Trying to be so

                            Strong and brave

    As we stand feeling

           So utterly alone

                       And unsure

    Like those before us

          We will carry on

                      Till our time comes