Until Your Wings Have Fully Grown (For Kathleen)

It's my turn too stay with you,
I watch you, as you sleep.
The clock ticks timely, its tattoo;
from time to time, I weep.

In predawn light, the memories
assail; both friend and foe,
reminding, there is no reprise,
it is your time to go.

You look so small, so helpless now
but fear not; you're not alone.
I'll wait with you - you have my vow -
until your wings have fully grown.