How will they find their way?

As
You
Watch
Them grow,
Wishing for
progress to slow.

They push and push
to grow up fast, and as
They push you hold them fast.

Oh but if you could only reverse,
the flow of time, of aging like a curse.

To hold them back you know to be wrong,
to hold them close where they belong.

How hard it is to set them free,
though it fills them as you see.

Who will watch them when
they part, who will hold
their tender heart.

Your work is so
close to done,
They are now
solo, one.

I say good
bye to you,
My child,
I love
true.

STU 3/2011