Jan 14
My angel.
A mind so kind,
So curious.
You have rekindled my joy,
My purpose.
But now,
I can't help but feel alone.
As you walk down an aisle,
Smothered in rose.
And I,
Hold a lump in my throat.
You have finally grown.
A mind so kind,
So curious.
You have rekindled my joy,
My purpose.
But now,
I can't help but feel alone.
As you walk down an aisle,
Smothered in rose.
And I,
Hold a lump in my throat.
You have finally grown.
This short poem is about parents who may be feeling a deep sadness and loneliness for their children who are now fully grown. It is so natural for some to feel that way, for their child has been with them since birth. You are happy and proud, but also sad and that is completely understandable. If you are one of these people, I hear you.
