There is a station up ahead,
a dawning presence
as I travel this train of life,
a station where I'll bid you farewell
and know no more. Before we arrive,
there is much
to do to try to calm
a sea of turbulence, of uncertainty,
of confused essences
you and my children will encounter
beyond that station.
Just a little something
I strain to contribute
like the flap of that butterfly's wing,
to avoid what looms leering.
Yet, there is joy in the doing
and your company.