Control

I’m a control freak, for this much I know, I hate to admit, but I can’t let go. For I must face it, there’s no turning back, But then who’s counting, or who’s keeping track? My friends always know, that I’ll drive my car, Even when traveling, not really that far. I won’t fly on planes; no it’s not the fare, They will not give me, that darn pilot’s chair. I feel the need, to always protect, Bad things can happen, so let’s not forget. Kids think they know all, and safe they will be, But what if high winds, take down someone’s tree? Going on field trips, they won’t make a fuss, My kids don’t want me, to ride on their bus. “Bus drivers are good, and go somewhat slow”, They will assure me, so I will not go. When they start driving, I’m nothing but nerves, “Make sure you go slow, especially round curves”. “Where are you going to, and coming back home?” “Don’t text while you drive, or talk on your phone.” “Alright mom” they say, while walking away, “We sure do love you, we will be okay.” I worry until, in the door they come, I ask them calmly, “Did you both have fun?” I know when they’re gone, I cannot patrol, It is very hard, giving up control. When they grow older, a family they start, They too will control, it comes from the heart.