My mom hangs on.
Her claws dig in.
Her claws dig in.
Dad let go (long ago)
and let me grow...
Now it seems
my time has come.
my time has come.
I will fight (it's their right!)
my fear of flight.
I won't repeat
my mom's mistakes...
I'll let them go (love them so)
And watch them grow!
this is so great! honestly, i already get teary eyed thinking about that time for meredith.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. I will be hiding my tears too when my baby leaves me. He is only 4.5 now and I try to treasure every day he still thinks it's cool to hang out with me!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful picture of a Mama's heart! Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteHard to let those babies go!
ReplyDeleteso sweetly spoken in such few words!! :)
ReplyDeleteFirst of all--LOVE your flower background!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely expressions. I never had that internal strife of letting go, if they were prepared. However, the first three Sundays when it was only just me and Mr B sitting on the pew, after so many years of family, I struggled to maintain my composure.
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How funny that we both wrote about a similiar struggle! I loved your poem..and your comment on my blog. I know that this letting go is a process...one day at a time!
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What a very touching poem. My oldest is 18 and still at home. I hope I am able to let go one day.
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