{This simple rhyme is for all those who are going through or have been through the wrenching experience of parting with your now-grown children. Perhaps it is our own love for the joys of home and hearth that makes us want to keep them near! Thanks for coming by to read!}
My children soon are leaving me.
They all will soon be gone.
What good is my believing in
These blessed bonds, so strong?
My children soon are leaving me,
With all their willful daring.
The me that’s left is so bereft,
Collapsing, without caring.
My children sense my false pretense,
My urge to draw them near,
And flee that much more urgently.
My love inspires their fear.
Now, why forbid them Freedom,
Given me, without my bidding?
I’d never have left the nest, without a push!
Who am I kidding?
Copyright 2020 Andrea LeDew
For a poem on a similar theme, try Empty Nester.
Or check out my politically-inspired selection leading up to the 2020 elections at Sixty-Days.
We raise them to be independent, and then when they become independent we say, hold on a minute, not that independent!
So true!