We’re told that when we raise our kids,
We have to give them wings
To see what’s out there in the world –
The plus and minus things.
They learn of love and friendship;
They discover hate and fear.
Their grasp of life and how it works
Grows clearer by the year.
From choices laid in front of them
They settle on a route,
Forsaking our opinions
Which to them are often moot.
We stand there on the sidelines
And there’s not a thing to say;
For once the wings are good to go,
They’ll likely fly away.