You are the strings that bind us together,
who makes us a bundle of figs
instead of weak twigs
that will break apart
without you there.
You are the one who dug the foundations
for us, and we build the house on it.
Your place will always be the centre pillar
that holds it up, and we will be the walls
too late to protect you
but to watch over you nonetheless.
We will live on without you
but we won't leave you
nor forget you.