I worry about my children.
As my parents before me.
How I wonder how they made it, with out technology.
I worry about my children, even though I can text them.
I can find out how they are at any moment.
I wonder how my parents got though the night.
I find myself saying things, I thought I wouldn't ever say.
Like I know best and take it from me.
Have I raised them to be strong and independent.
Yes.. I have to believe.
Letting go is so truly hard and painful you see.
When it seemed like yesterday,
They climbed in your lap and wanted a hug.
I know they will do fine.
With or with out me.
They will carry my love,
Where ever they go.
April Hester
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-105/
