I'm leaving now to slay the foe-
Fight the battles, high and low.
I'm leaving, Mother, hear me go!
Please wish me luck today.
I've grown my wings, I want to fly,
Seize my victories where they lie.
I'm going, Mom, but please don't cry-
Just let me find my way.
I want to see and touch and hear,
Though there are dangers, there are fears.
I'll smile my smiles and dry my tears-
Please let me speak my say.
I'm off to find my world, my dreams,
Carve my niche, sew my seams,
Remember, as I sail my streams-
I'll love you all the way.
- Brooke Mueller
PS:- If anyone knows anything about the author of this beautiful poem, please let me know. I shall be very grateful! :)
Until later, Cuidate!
Beautiful poem. I never read it and am quite ignorant about the poet... but thanks for sharing such a nice poem! :)
ReplyDeleteHow weird..We always wanna grow up and become free and independent. And when we do...we wish to come back home!
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