Letting Go

Letting go Every parent’s grief: those aches that root in your children. Not the Band-Aid kind. The ones that blade-slice and twist in the belly. Those unkind words on the playground, those unattainable desires, that feeling of otherness. Those that we cannot heal with a kiss or an embrace. They clutch them in their fists like amulets, not yet knowing how to let them go free. And the twist of the mouth, the hunch of the shoulders. A colossal agony released through the glaze of the eye. They’re such small things, tears.