Letting Go

I see a tear in her eye;

a conflict of pride and pain.

She wipes the memories dry

for nothing gold can remain

and as hard as she may try,

nothing can stay the same:

today, she must say goodbye.

Their time beyond nature's span

yet she longs to hug him tight.

Her little boy is now a man

yet tears have blinded her sight.

If only growth had a ban

her shoulders would feel so light...

if only time never ran.

He sees her heart fall like snow

and his feels a guilty grime,

and yet he knows not what for

as not man can rewind time.

He cannot help but grow.

He realises his age is no crime

and that she must learn to love and let go.

His mother must still hold joy

for her son is flying free

and though the way he departs must annoy,

he is sure that she would agree

that, although she can no longer buy his favourite toy

or read to him as he sits on her knee,

he will always be her boy.