Son.
We’ve given you love.
We’ve been steady all these years.
We’ve paid attention to you.
Been engaged in your life.
Believed in you.
Love you.
Just…
loved you.

Now,
you have to find those places in you
that make you,
you.

You have to feel your power
separate from us.
Defining and
refining.

We can’t do it for you.

It’s strange
being a loving parent
who must push her child
out of the nest.