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 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