by Robert William Service (1874-1958)
Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your heart To see how glad they are; In school and sport, in work and play, And last, in wedded bliss How others claim with joy to-day The lips you used to kiss. Your children distant will become, And wide the gulf will grow; The lips of loving will be dumb, The trust you used to know Will in another's heart repose, Another voice will cheer ... And you will fondle baby clothes And brush away a tear. But though you are estranged almost, And often lost to view How you will see a little ghost Who ran to cling to you! Yet maybe children's children will Caress you with a smile ... Grandmother love will bless you still, - Well just a little while.