Tears bleed from my eyes
As the child becomes a man.
So much has happened.
The time to let go
Is never good, nor easy.
Twenty-four years, blinked.
Ours, a few short years.
I pray I’ve done my job well.
Stand back, watch him fly.
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lovely my friend, it is hard, very hard… love to you. M.
Thanks M. This is the hardest part of this whole thing. Haven’t quite figured out how to get through it yet. xo.
you are in my heart my dear…. 😦
I’m sure you’ve done your job well. 🙂 *Big hugs* He’ll fly high.
Thanks trE. I hope so….He deserves to.
Ouch. I feel that. Went hiking today with my thirty year old son. He helped me climb over some tricky rocks. What a strange feeling to know he is becoming stronger than me. But I’m proud of him. I’d love to know he is becoming wiser than me… in another 30 years.