Let Your Children Fly On Their Own
Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so obvious
Wishing solutions were as clear to them
As they are to you
They need to live their own life
As you lived yours
Learn their lessons on their own
They want to express their individuality
They’re not mini versions of you
Or your second chance at life
They need to plough their path
Clear their own way
Create their own world
They need to man up and
deal with their own consequences
As you yourself had to do
Your hand delivering prepackaged solutions
Cannot help them since it’s figuring it all out
That’s the process of growing up
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 4, 2018 to contest YOUR BEST POEM IN THE LAST YEAR sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
November 17, 2017 Poem of the Day
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