When They Leave
They leave you when they turn 18 or 19; out into the world.
There you are staring at the denuded space just abandoned,
Only jagged little pieces of memory left here; scattered there.
Emotionally naked, you stand, raw and bare; you gasp for air,
Every nerve ending - in a dance of half numb and half humming;
Slowly you turn to face the harsh winds of life, without them,
Waiting to see if you will blow left or right,
Or if you will be knocked down, laid flat;
Or if you will stand - lean into the empty place;
Filling the space with thoughts of "If not Mom, then who..?"
As you search for yourself in the face of it all,
You realize that you're still in there,
and they are not lost to you,
They are facing their own winds of change;
Gathering bits of understanding as they go; living their lives.
New realizations start to come to light,
Showing you connection to their new form;
Insight crystallizes; you see...
They are still with you and you with them.
Like you, they will decide to sway left or right,
To fall or to stand and fight, or to go upward and onward,
They did not leave you raw and broken;
Rather you gave them wings to soar.
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