Day 9 of 30 Days of Poetry

The timeless rock stands guard
Against the passing years,
A friend we always see
Unchanged through ageing eyes.
My parents knew this rock
Forebears of theirs did too,
But I will break that chain.
I vow no child of mine
Will moor their life and ride
At anchor till their end.
My child will know the sea
And learn to float and swim:
Let the tidal current flow
And take them where it will.