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
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