Come see this circle of respect expand:
the child shown then grown parentally
with nurturer returning vernal, unsure,
requiring a patience granted first
now these roles have nearly been reversed.

You listened without rolling eyes, immersed,
then spoke a phrase to right my world again,
and now I hear, behind your half-dreamt words,
the echoes of your vital voice - my guide -
striving to be known again, confide.

Accept the ready steadiness my hands provide
just as your grasp had lent me when I took
my foremost step, to help you rise and cross
this room, wherein I hope a robust hand
will help me stand my twilight to complete
this circle, wiser where it widens from.