Separation Anxiety

Curling lips, a frown gives birth and then the eyes, so full of life brim up with tears and vessels red The cheeks are pink, no words are said. The little grip around my neck The salty salt, my shoulders wet A heart in rum tum tum beats hard My murmured speech, soft from the start. This anxious breath of separation a string from my heart to hers. My little lumpkin's big decision She stammers with tears in her words. Sweetly lit, like a candle in winter Her eyes give glow and my own eyes answer I know this feeling like there is no other for I had it too with my own mother. The nose is blown, the cheeks are dried the sparkle returns to her blue eyes Each step she takes away from me Determines the woman she's bound to be... ~For my little Ava Lu