College

 

My first born is leaving soon

Flying the nest.

In just one year

He will head to college

To a life all his own.

But the separation has begun

Like a baby pushed downward

In labor’s contractions

Making ready the path to vacate.

It isn’t today that he leaves

But the pains are increasing.

His silences are greater 

and His reclusion-

to talk to friends, the family 

he wishes he had,

Increases. 

My heart is beating 

outside my chest.

And not for me.

In fact, it beats 

in defiance of me.

I love you my Solo. 

So much so that I am letting go.

But not because I want to.

I’m desperate to hold you close

Protect you 

Adore you

Smother you

Forever. 

 

But you are almost ready.

To go.