Sitting on the porch step perplexed and
Pondering wherefore, whence and whatever!
However, how come, hence and finally,
What goes around, comes around.
Return, depart and what happened?
My little boy is growing up,
Just the way he should. He's
Moving out and becoming
All that he wants to be.
I'm happy-sad, spilling over
Confusion and curtailed honesty.
Must be strong. Be well. Be better
But my boy is moving out. Starting
To fly (I almost pushed him
Out of this house-nest)
So say it loud!
Say it clear! Deep breath:
Be well! It's time.
Bye hon. Bon voyage! (and
Buck up, Mom.)
PS.
Sending love and hugs!
© Cynthia Pittmann 2014
