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O now is yours, yet still is mine;
Call it the silver cord disparagingly
And weave new colors in an old design,
Yet know the warp was started long ago
By faltering steps, by syllable and sound,
By all the years in which I watched him grow…
By all the seasons' turnings are we bound.
But now, I loose the cord, untie the knot,
Unravel years so he is yours alone
And if there is a message I forgot
Or something that could help you had you known,
I shall be waiting, hoping you will see
That him you love, is also LOVED BY ME.