How fast they grow leaving us behind
Dependent creatures with insatiable needs
Little bundles of joy crying at every whim
Now grown, mature, and independent
It was our original goal from the start
Sort of like wanting to go to heaven
Just not now
Life moves on and so do they
Taking our hearts leaving an empty chair
Sometimes detours got in the way
We tried our best not to get in their way.
Although we worked so very hard
Some will stay,
Needing our nurture and strength
Yet another day.
Whatever the outcome life moves on
Slowly leaving us behind to observe
They have become.
And… whether they go or stay
We love them anyway.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth