A Poem about Mothers and Sons

Letting Go, to Let Grow

And it was on this day she realized.
She had caught him from falling so often.
He’d never learned to walk on his own
for an extended period of time.

She had caught him from falling so often.
The wings he needed to be able to fly on his own
had not had the opportunity to fully form.

They were there, and she could see them.
But the mechanics were off.
There was no strength in them to carry his weight.

The reality of this truth was an awakening
she’d been resisting. But today was different.
Today she decided to let go of the resistance.

She settled in her mind to heal herself.
And to allow him the time and space to heal himself too.
She knew he was young.
And therefore time was on his side.

There would be ample opportunity
for him to overcome the handicap
that she in part had enabled him to develop.

She knew there was no other viable choice.
She knew that people who haven’t developed
the skills to save themselves were the same
people who do the most damage to others
trying to help save them.