Arlene Corwin writes

 There Are Daughters, Sons
To Jonathan & Jennifer 

There is a daughter and a son

One or more to almost everyone.

And when we’re gone

We want to leave a sign

That we were here.

A legacy, a benefaction

Some provision

Carried to a future, a hereafter

With a memory or memories 

That we were here,

The seed in us that brought them where

They are right now.

Some symbol

In a form tactile;

Visual (a picture, books)

Aural (music)

Journals, diaries or cash.

Reminders in moments of flashback.

We love our progeny,

We think of them as prodigies,

Love so miraculous and strange.

Phenomenon we cannot, would not change

For all the tea in China.

Read this, sons and daughters;

Be respecters, benefactors of your own

To carry on and far beyond 

The life on loan.