National Poetry Month, Day 8
Submitted by Mel Clifford
When I am worried I cannot write
I think and worry about the kids each night
Yet so young and they think they are old
Big enough not to do what they are told
With each year they become so big
Always wanting to do their own gig
As a parent they will never know
How difficult it is to let them go
Why do you worry in this day and age
Each day they grow exploring another stage
Yet I worry all the time
Because I want to protect them as they are mine
So when does this pain go away or awful fright
That something may happen to them one night
When I was young I was just the same
So let them go to play life’s game
Poem of the Month 
Hi Mel
thank you for writing such a beautiful poem, it truly sums up what i feel about my twins (now 22). It makes me feel normal and confirms that they too are on their own journey and so must travel their own road and i must trust that they have taken on board what guidance i have given to them
Roslyn