August 26, 2013 KimHarms 0Comment

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Because sometimes milestones can be equally joy-filled and heart-breaking.

“Mom, let go.”

 *

Three small words

A punch to the gut

Tears behind sunglasses

Broken heart

 *

Black bicycle seat

Released from my grasp

Unfettered boy

Riding free

 *

Simple mastery of

Two-wheels

But to me

It is more

*

He can do it

On his own

Reliance on me

Ever decreasing

 *

A mama’s pride

 Mingled with loss

Most heart-wrenching

Mix of emotions

 *

Down the path

He pedals alone

Grinning, bursting with

Joy of independence

 *

Bless that boy

Father I pray

And comfort the mama

Who let go

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