Celebrating your life, The milestones finally reached,
The depth of commitment, The forward planning and dreams,
All I see is the Freedom, Getting my life back, Returning to my choices,
Recapturing my youth, Embracing romance, Sleeping in till noon.
Guilt rises up, suffocating my delight in you,
Wondering if it’s existence is simply part of my own selfishness!?
Guilt creeps in, an unwanted friend that has been by my side for so long,
Do I begrudge all that I have needed to do to support and care for you?
What is the truth and where does this exist, if at all, in my space?
I am allowed to feel the delight in the anticipation of my child leaving home?
Guilt is the default of the years of being needed, then let go,
It hides the sadness of the loss you know will implode!
The delights you have experienced by being allowed so close to another,
The Love that has connected you simply by being his mother.
So hello Guilt, nice to see you, but I’m busy,
I Love my children and Love to watch them grom into independence.
To hold them back would be of the greatest dis-service,
Instead I send them off with a supportive Love that continues to grow.
Though the near future may see us drifting apart,
We really don’t know where we all be at that time
So with patience and trust I send you Guilt, on your way.
I am here with a Loving heart at one with the happenings that may.