by Sheroe

Created on: July 03, 2007

Son

When you were born,
I felt a love so fierce,
that the thing that got between me and you
would surely be vanquished
to the far ends of the earth with just a look.

When you began to walk,
I hovered over you,
wanting to shield you
from the inevitable falls
you would take in finding your stride.

When you started school,
I stood fierce on the sidelines,
wanting you to return to hold me,
yet proud that you faced the uncertain
with an independent soul.

When you learned to drive,
I spent endless nights staying awake
until I heard your car tires
turn slowly over the gravel of the driveway
upon your safe return home.

When you left home to make your way in the world,
I felt an inexplicable fear
of losing you to something dark and hideous,
waiting to claim you for its own
before you left your mark upon the world.

When I think of all the times I could have,
should have pulled you back into the nest
and did not, I die a little inside.
It is only fitting I die a little.
A parent should not outlive a son.

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