Posted by
Betty Idarius on Jun 8th, 2009 in
Poetry |
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(written one week before my son’s high school graduation)
My son
I see you growing
Not knowing
Shaking, quaking
So insecure
Will the world welcome you?
Will the world value you?
Is there a place for you?
Trying to reassure you
So I can feel secure
That’s it’s okay
That what I’ve done
As a mother
Is okay
A game I’ve played
With you
With myself
Letting go
Doesn’t matter now
As you step into...
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