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poem about realization that your kids are grown |
Hands Sitting in a stew Of my own sadness Wondering if I’ll ever know wondering what to do about everything that flood my mind and heart My grown baby sees my sadness On a day that he is leaving- again. Sits by me Holds my hand In his A hand I created – me and God A hand I’ve loved for nineteen years A hand that’s worked hard Done homework, graduated high school Gotten in trouble, hugged me Brushed away tears, loved me His hand in mine now Is bigger than mine now Flashes flood my mind of his whole hand Wrapped around only one of my fingers And the today tears fall As I realize, holding him Caressing his grown hands now That with a saddened heart And a wish for more time The scary reality Of having to let go sinks in He’s so grand, truly Making his own path, doing his own thing Decisions and consequences And learning that comes from living But here he is Still loving me, learning from me Caring, thoughtful, brave My baby is big now His hands and his whole self But his heart is the same always larger than life So I let go of his hand Watch him walk across the room And know nothing in this world Will stop that boy Because I made sure Nothing in the world Would stop his momma |