MY REVERIE (1986)

In solitude I have one space to tread -
  The mountains--valleys--seas of memory land,
Along whose winding paths my thoughts are led
   To where the children run upon the sand
And laugh and play until it’s time for bed,
   Then give a fleeting kiss--a squeeze of hand
A strong embrace--a pat upon the head...
   Then, all too soon, the years of youth are spanned.
  
They've learned their lessons well;
         They're strong, you see.
   They're kind of heart but aching to be free.
   My children, now, will independent be...