I feel him pulling
Moving away
Gently he slips
In directions
Opposite me
Testing his wings
Determined and courageous
The look in his eyes
Reveals fear of
Full flight
No longer
My little boy
Always my baby
No matter how
Far from me
The universe
Takes him
Of typical concern
My own human flaws
Hoping my guidance
Has properly prepared him
Filed in Through my Eyes, poetry One Response so far
I was that girl of the water, of which you spoke; though it wasn’t until later in life that I learned how to actually flow. Much of my youth was spent swimming and fighting against the raging tide. I still bear scars from being thrashed to the bottom by the undercurrent; battle scars of lessons [...]
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I don’t impose my views and beliefs on him, as I think it’s important that he make his own decisions, even at the age of ten – but I do discuss openly and honestly whenever he asks or broaches a subject that I feel very strongly and have knowledge about. This morning was one of [...]
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