I Cannot Tell You How Much I Have Loved You

A poem from a parent to an adult child about the beauty of parental love: I cannot tell you how much I have loved you, Nor give you an accounting of my joy, Nor share with you the hopes with which I've held you, Nor shadow forth the dreams I would employ. You cannot know the pleasure that you gave me, Nor grasp the grace in which I've spent my days, Nor understand the standing that would save me Whenever darkness met my morning gaze. You've been to me a moment everlasting, Though lasting but the moment of us all, And given me a glimpse of what, in passing, Must pass for what awaits beyond the wall. Such love I wish for you as I have known, But that must come from children of your own. © by Nicholas Gordon Audio and Video Music: Forever Yours. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/icann3.html. For more poems to children, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/childrenpoems.html .