Dear Child of Mine..
Our child being able to fly free..
Now, that's a wonderful thing to see..
You want them to fly free..
And have their own tree...
But believe me..
It's a hard thing to see..
Your child not wanting thee...
We have to set you free..
So, we'll let you be...
But, you want them to come play..
So, I'll have my say...
A Mother is a hard thing to be..
They tell you their life is not your business..
But, they sure want to know our business!
Why did we have you?
You were GOD's gift to us...
We tried to do our best...
It is hard, it's true..
Even thou it makes us blue..
When you love them to let go..
but we have too..
So, fly away happy little ones..
and know that you've won...
The love of a parent that will not be undone..
A Poem by: Shirley A. Hunter
2002