Since He Was a Child

Ever since he was a child,
I had the sense, the good sense.
that I didn't need to intrude much.
He went his own way,
and I was needed only
for a bit of advice here,
some information there,
some questions of concern,
some good conversation.
Often times it was as if
I was talking to myself,
only thirty years younger
and smarter.
This morning I got up early,
just in case he needed
to be awakened for his
first cross-country trip.
He didn't. His alarm went off,
precisely at four,
and he was up and packing.
I hovered on the sidelines,
asking questions, but
he had already answered them.
He did humor me by accepting
my offer of a jacket cause,
"They are much more formal there
than we are here,
and it is much colder there,
than it is here,
this time of year."
But that was the best advice
that I could offer because he had
thought of everything else.
His ride arrived and we said our good-byes,
and he drove off into the morning darkness,
into his life, and I was so proud
of the arrow that I had launched
and so sad to be the bow
that's left behind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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May 13, 2011 at 7:53 PM
Ahellas.. congratulations on your wonderful feature of the week... I sure enjoyed... take care,..p.d
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May 9, 2011 at 8:53 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week Ahellas. Love, Carol
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Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, ahellas
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