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Poetry: My son

Love unbounded by Reason.
Love more eternal than Seasons.
Flowing and healing as water,
No less for son than daughter.
"Protect the child" the only Law!
"And Yet..." I hear the Raven caw
"Each must their own choices make,
Their Will must the journey shape.
Let them Fly or Fall as they will,
You cannot take their place on the Hill."
Wolf, great teacher, cries with me.
"Truth is seldom free!
Some lessons must be learned
others still must be earned.
You taught the cub as best you might
The rest is now for him to fight."
These truths I cannot deny
"And Yet..." is still my Hearts reply.



It has been a real struggle to sit back and watch my eldest child leap from home directly into some really bad choices. The instinct to protect is so strong that it is constantly at war with my belief that we each must make our own choices in life, walk our own road, live and learn from the consequences of our choices. Nothing good ever comes easy and my children are always a blessing!

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