The time was coming and I knew it drew near.
So I held my children tight,
I loved my strongest and made it clear,
I'd not give in without a fight.
The time was coming much too fast,
When they would need what I couldn't give,
So they would leave and find their way.
The only way to live.
So the time came and the children changed.
Though once the same they vibrantly turned,
Becoming their own and feeling caged
The once loving embrace now is spurned.
The urge to leave grew and raged,
Leaving only discontent,
Until the turning came and passed,
And the children on their way, were sent.
Twirling and soaring we flew in the world.
Once only a thing to see.
Now has become a wonder,
A new and magical place to be.
We thought of it as only yard,
Surrounding our home endlessly.
But with the new eyes, so recently freed,
We seek to find our destiny.
Our mother bound could only watch,
As we let our freedom soar,
Gently admiring from afar
Aching in her core.
Though it pained us to depart
The yearning could not be killed
Though it broke our mothers heart
Our hearts could not be stilled.
We took wing in metaphorical flight
though we knew it would not last
So we raved in the new found joy
And savored the finite repast.
I watched as they grew and blossomed.
I provided all they would need.
The warmth and love a father gives
To his growing seed.
I fed their every craving
So their wish was not denied
When they yearned to leave our love
And explore the world outside.
I gave them all a man could give
And then removed myself, my heart
Made to give my children life
To which I was no longer part.
The mother and I grew distant
Each coping in our own way
Watching and loving distantly
Waiting day by day
So when the flight of the children waned
And they floated gently down
We grew together to watch the kids
Nestled upon the ground
Underneath a newfound home
They lay in peaceful joy.
Watching from below the boughs.
No longer girl nor boy
They looked upon the lovers
Both the sun and earth
As they start another cycle
Another round of birth.
The mother earth was happy
For her children had come home
And the father Sun was blissful
To have more life to hone.
The children that were grown now
Their lives at a close
Watched as new live came and grew
And blossomed like a rose.