Letting Go
I open the door for my son,
while he carries his laundry basket
full of clean clothes out to his car.
He says, "Thank you mama.
I love you mama."
He's a prison guard and I worry.
While I watch him walk off, I say,
"Be careful. I love you."
and shed a tear.
Letting go is so hard.
Wishing he was still young and at home again.
To hold and protect him of what is waiting
for him out there in the world.
Then, I wonder of what I have been taught,
to leave him in the Lord's hand, not mine.
I ponder of moments similar,
when I have fallen away from God's faith.
I need to remind myself,
trust in God and his word.
He has never failed me,
but always guided me in my life.
9-3-2014
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014
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