Siesta Sunday February 7, 2016

A week has past, and left me tired;
my thoughts feel like a tangled ball of wire.
Boundaries tested, trying to find a weak spot
But nothing changed; there is still a big knot.

A tangle of feelings, a creek of tears;
But keeping boundaries firm, despite my fears.
It's difficult and against my nature to stand and fight-
but this is vital, and  I fight for my and your life.

This is the border between parent and child;
the point of letting go, and let them do the miles.
They need to follow their own path
To crunch the numbers, and to do life's math.

I understand the fear, of doing this on your own.
I'll be in the background, watching and knowing how much you have grown.
It is your journey, it can be hard, but it can also be nice.
Use your head, heart and soul; it's not the roll of the dice

Letting you go, and also pushing you away,
You would never grown up, if I did let you stay.
You know my love; so tender, and yet so strong.
Loving you even more; though you think I am wrong.

Dare to step out, and stand on your feet
Listen to your heart, and breath, and discover your beat.
You know the direction that you want to travel
It is now your puzzle that you have to unravel.