We’re proud of daughters and of sons,
Proud to watch you soar and glide
Beyond your childhood plans begun
With mediocrity not tried.
Once we sheltered and kept you warm;
We’re proud to see your souls take flight.
Now on your own you outfly storms,
Ascend, aspire toward the Light.
Parental mission finds release
To know the nestlings did not cling.
We helped your way along to ease,
Glad our fledglings found your wings.
first published in SOUL SEARCH Chapbook
also published in Streams of Living Water Anthology
©2007 Bonnie Manion