Letting our children go free to become adults is tough. We can only hope we've done all we could to make them good people.
The hardest part in watching them walk away is wondering if they'll make us proud one day.
We care and nurture as they grow, and sadly, we dim their trusting eyes;
with doubt, uncertainty and fear, because the world is full of lies.
Born with no reason to care of color, faith or social status; those things inherently equal from our maker,
the traits that make the world a better place,
give way as one becomes a taker.
So we plod along as best we can and one day they will go,
and we can only hope to see the love we gave them grow.
Did we teach them right from wrong and will they stand out amongst the crowd?
Will they regain a world that they can trust and make us very proud?
We've sown our seeds and now they go, what kind of person will they be?
Will they make the world a better place, or just get lost within the sea?
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|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Bless you, Glen. This tears at my heart. I am blessed in that I have long since been gifted with seeing my children bloom in the later teenage years, such that they already far outstrip me, I feel, in many ways already more self-assured and ready to take their place in the world than I shall ever be. They have had a strong father figure in their life. And I am grateful. Very much. My heart grieves for those who have parented alone: alone with the turmoils and the pressures; alone to provide; alone to both mother and father their kids. They have my utmost love and respect. But it is very much with trepidation that we have to let go and allow the sea to absorb them, watching with baited breath to see if they sink or swim. We can no longer control the waves, but we can still be a refuge and a safe harbour as we watch for their safe return... Hopeful that they will still want to come visit! :)) A thoughtful and stirring write. You are a wonderful role model. TY, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Through God's guiding hands we, as parents, always try to do our best and to pass on all we have learned. Once children are grown and on their own, they are free to carry what has been instilled and nurture their own dreams and hopes...Great write...
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|My kids are at this point now,, It is hard "Letting Go",,,But not Letting Go, would be even harder. We want the best for our children.
My oldest daughter is expecting a baby in 3 weeks,, reminding me of the cycle of life. (in our hearts we never let go). Glen this is a great write,,, really hard to review, as my children are everything to me,,, so it is hard for me to express what I am thinking,, but as a parent I am sure you understand,, as your poem expresses that.
Take Great Care, Christine
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
To let go is the hardest part of all, but when children's lives and safety are in peril, it's for the best. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Wonderful message in this write, Glen; very well done! BRAVO!
((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|Letting go is truly one of life's most difficult jobs. Yet, when we give them the tools and watch them fly - we can only watch with a tear in our eye, and hoping that we didn't take too much away from them.
This is awesome,
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|I think for me the hardest part in watching them walk away, although they are not ready yet, is praying that they'll have a better life, and not run into the bad luck I had.(That they will make good choices.) Your poem is very moving Glen, blessings, Holly|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Great thoughts, and if they follow in your steps, they'll be mighty adults..|