The time will come.
For you to cut off
The umbilical cord...
The bond will die
And resurrect..
One way or another
Independence has to be engaged.
I know how it feels to always
Think about your offspring
Before you fill your Own tummy up..
I have seen the scars and spears
On your back...
Thank you for being my Shield.
It is time I stepped on the coals
And thorns that you have been
Protecting me from all these years.
I was too young to understand your riddles...
Now I know how to match the puzzles..

Buven ThePoet