We watch them grow into the world.

We watch them grow into the world.

Fearing their fragility,

Struggling to satisfy

Simple needs,

That in truth

Demand

So little understanding.

We spend so much energy

Protecting them from the

Easy hurt.

Using cotton wool

To wrap them in an over abundance

Of anxiety.

Sometimes, in the muddle

Of doing,

We miss the size of a personality,

That may blossom and change

With every passing day,

But in a very real sense

Is there

Right from the beginning.

In the first smile,

And meaningful look.

The crab-wise baby crawl,

First step they took,

As they learn

What it means to be.

Whilst we

Learn to let go,

Find alternate ways

To be essentially present.

Without expectation

Of doing much

Other,

Than taking into account

The joy

That comes with

Watching children grow.

Finding pleasure

In standing back,

Taking a back seat,

Letting our

Fledglings fly.