How can this be
That little miniature of me
So dependent and needy
No longer needs me
How did this happen
My wobbly-legged shadow
So unsure of everything
Is suddenly sure of all
When did this happen
My beginning scholar
In awe of all new learning
Reaching another milestone
Why does this change
Once I carried below my heart
Now carries a piece of it
As she makes her way
How do I reach in my heart
And break off another piece
As I also release the next
My handsome one
How can I bear this pain
My little wild child
Settles in to become serious
And takes yet another bit
How do I anticipate the grief
My other little weeds
Growing like crazy
Threatening my peace
How does my heart recover
As all of the little pieces
Are broken off
And wandering around alone
We don't recover, we just think of it as pruning, as "branching out" and pray; my 18 & 21 y.o's have moved out, and i knowbthe feeling. Xoxoxoxo
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