First Grown
flesh of my flesh
first born
first grown
first gone
to a far away land
have no say then
no hand of protection
no well thought strategies
of mother knows best
trusting
praying
loving
cheering on
flourish or fail
crisis or calm
falling or flying
as you will
flesh of my flesh
grown, thriving
living without me
living within me
Come see the wonderful words of poets at One Stop Poetry and sharing for the first time at Books & Culture (A Christian Review).
And mothers must let go, or at least cover it up pretty well. Good pooem, Patricia.
ReplyDeleteaw, sounds like you miss her very much. a precious poem from a loving mother's heart. love it.
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