I remember,

On your first day

I was tender,

You were no fey.

You were so small…

You looked around,

What did you see?

Few years later

On your birthday,

Like a dancer,

You swayed away.

You were still small…

You looked around,

What did you see?

Then, a summer,

Month after May,

Like in a blurr,

You went away.

You’d gotten tall…

You looked around,

What did you see?

Decades later,

You’d been astray.

You felt freer,

My little fay.

Started to fall…

You looked around,

What did you see?

To the Father,

You went to pray.

All your anger,

Melting away.

You were no thrall…

You looked around,

What did you see?

No more bitter,

No more astray,

No more loner,

You’re still my fay.

You are still tall…

You look around,

What do you see?

You’re happier,

You are okay,

You’ll remember,

In your endplay.

You’ll come to stall…

You’ll look around,

What will you see?