Eighteen years pass
wrapped in dreamscape
silently suffering
a choice made
but never regretting
the path known since he began
where I was to bare
and they were to be there
as he grew to a man.
Eighteen years have passed
between the first days
and the coming moment
we will meet again
eye to matching eye.
© River Urke
A Pocket of Agates 
A thought provoking poem River.
wow, River. I had no idea. I am glad it went well. This has given me goosebumps again and again!