Isn't it the same for every mother?
You love so much: you want to smother
Then as they grow you truly know
You will eventually have to let them go...
So you love them all tirelessly
Gather them together within your arms
Keeping then safe from all harm
Endlessly you give your love for free
Teach them to stand on their own
Yes they must stand upon their own two feet
And later...yes, much later...you must...
Yes you must set them free...
On this doorstep I stand
Year after year...
And watch you leaving
May you grow strong
To break all webs
Of my weaving
Evangeline Patterson
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