Waiting for the will

In my offspring’s best wishes
I’m ready to turn into pieces;
I suffer a long waiting of a will
That breaks me piecemeal.

Tirelessly, tearlessly
They shake my remaining worth,
Holding the unwritten will
Into a violent tug of war.

I forebear pains manifold:
The burn of thousand furnaces
The bruises, old and new
That gape into a bleak future.

Numbed by engulfing euphoria
I wait for the impending will,
The object of their glory,
The endorsement of my erosion.