You stayed with me.
At first I feared you might be playing, and planning to leave me for the fun of it, but I was wrong. You stayed with me.
I went home to a world you never saw, and you stayed with me.
I slipped back into a place that was waiting for me, where we had to find and make one for you, and you stayed with me.
I remembered the gods you had served, and I was afraid they would call you back, but you stayed with me.
Deep inside, that fear and doubt smouldered, only winking out and cooling as our first grandchild grew up. I hope I hid them well enough. I never wanted to hurt you.
You watched me age, at twice your pace, and you stayed with me.
You were always there for me.
I cannot thank you enough.
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