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Second
to Fly
Time
is fast approaching
when I'll have to say
goodbye
to my second and last born son
as he
leaves the nest to
fly. |
After nurturing him from birth
day and
night on call to his keep
now he will journey
far away
leaving my soul to
weep. |
I'll
miss his morning grumpies
carried over from
early years
when he yells back an
answer
before his head's had time to
clear. |
I
always knew when he was near
with his popping
knee to hear,
I heard it the other day
and
he wasn't even
there. |
I'll
miss our singing together especially
"It's so
hard to say goodbye";
someday we'll sing it
again
when tears won't cloud my
eyes. |
He
always felt he had to walk
along his brother's
turf,
maybe someday he will realize
he's a
star in his own
universe. |
To a
man I watched him grow
through our last years
alone;
observing his first fall in love
and
some actions I didn't
condone. |
To
those in need he freely gave
never asking
anything in return;
holding a compassion for
others
few ever possess or
learn. |
Though he's a man of few words,
inside
lies a sensitive man
who keeps emotions
hidden
unless required to take a
stand. |
My
evenings will be lonely
in my once full - now
empty home.
I will worry about his
welfare
as I rest there all
alone. |
I
will wait with open arms
to clasp him to my
breast
as I endeavor to find new ways
to
cope with new
unrest. |
I've
mothered him for years
and I know I can be
strong.
I will wistfully wait for one
whom I
will always belong. |
He
will experience many loves
as he travels across
the miles
but there is no greater love
than
a mother's love of
child. |
~ ©
2003 ~ Carol Barton ~
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