The Hardest Part

The hardest part
Is letting go
A song of emptiness
Only a parent can know.

You always thought
Time was there
Giving you moments
With innocence to share.

That inevitable day
Appears unknown
But turn around
And suddenly their grown.

A beautiful woman
A handsome man
No longer a child
With a future to plan.

They spread their wings
And begin to fly
Soaring with courage
That makes you cry.

They pack their bags
With an excited smile
But you can only count
Every distant mile.

Time seems to stop
As you remember the past
Each little moment
You thought would last.

The hardest part 
Is letting go
A song of independence
You helped to grow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Fraser Avatar
August 3, 2009 at 12:50 PM
The wisdom you ooze will still be on tap for your children, and if i was your child - you would be the only person i would be turning to, a quite incredible lady you are. Its amazing the picture of someone you create, even just through reading their poems, gorgeous poem>>James
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April 29, 2009 at 8:49 AM
Yeah... there sure is a hollow feeling left when the kids move out; but you did your best, now it's time for THEM to F L Y!!! Great jod here! Best wishes, Keith
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February 3, 2009 at 5:39 PM
Parents everywhere will relate to your words. The emotion in your words rings true. I really like the last stanza. Luckily for me, both my daughters are in college only about 7 miles away. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us and for your kind words regarding my poetry. Karen
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November 24, 2008 at 5:30 PM
Oh I feel you so. The most difficult thing is letting go, as stated in your title. The cycle must continue, and it does get easier, in a way. We humans learn to adapt well, in time. I also have a boy and girl who have left the nest. My son the latest at college age 21. You might want to check out my poem The Price of Love. Good luck. Great write. Love, shar
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