One of
The most
Difficult things
To do
Is to
Let live
Someone you
Love to
Let them
Leap from
The safety
Of the
Nest and
Out of
Your arms
To watching
Them soar
And be
That thing
They were
Always meant
To be
One of
The most
Difficult things
To do
Is to
Let live
Someone you
Love to
Let them
Leap from
The safety
Of the
Nest and
Out of
Your arms
To watching
Them soar
And be
That thing
They were
Always meant
To be
There is
Nothing grander
Than a
Knight in
Shining armor
On his
Way to
War except
The one
That returns
Weary dinged
And a
Tad rusty
For it
Is he
Who has
Seen the
World fought
The battles
And sought
To return
To you
And then
You’ll find
Someone another
Piece of
Bruised fruit
Handled and
Put back
Because of
Blemishes overlooked
And forgotten
But not
To sour
To sweeten
While those
Picked early
May be
Plump and
Seemingly perfect
Are often
The toughest
Driest and
Mealy time
Is the
The thing
That makes
Something sweet
Walking through
A meadow
Spying poppies
Lavender and
Honeysuckle in
A sea
Of wildflowers
All shushing
In summer
Winds I
Pick not
One for
It is
In my
Own garden
At home
That I
Find you
The most
Rarest blossom
Of all
Walking the
Shore sea
Glass and
Shiny shells
Glint in
Sunlight holding
Them wondering
What they
Were before
They were
Treasures to
Me just
Like you