Where are you going?
There must be wisdom in the breeze,
music in the dry summer air
as you longboard the hills,
careening down, hips shifting left and right.
When you smile and hug,
the world falls into order.
Words nor time
matter,
But I worry
If my love
will get lost
In your desire for a car,
your first kiss,
that special girl,
or when you move away?
For I'm only your mother.
Your stride will grow,
your reach will go beyond mine
your generation will see new truths.
Me, on this parent's journey
Raising you means letting you go.
But now, you're smiling,
twirling in the soft grass of spring,
singing a song of the breezes
defining your way,
brave and willing, as only you can.
