Mothers Never Leave

by Angel

"Leaving Home" Graphic Art © Sandee's Place2004

His back to me now
headed for the terminal
(terminal?  terminal?  Did I say TERMINAL?)
Stiff upper now, and dam the tears
Whilst mem'ry plays it's tender games.
Why, he looks just like the little tot
I once saw off to kinder school!
Head held high and shoulders squared,
with gait of one determined.
One look back, making sure I see
his fearless entrance to the world.
Farewell, my son, yes, fare thee well;
but know the tie's not broken.
I'll feel you in my soul each day
and dream you into peace at night.
No matter where their journeys run,
mothers never leave;
and if at times you find the world too much,
then hurry home, Beloved--RUN!