Ode to my young adult children*
Yet we knew
they would grow fast.
Days to weeks, then years.
I see it in their shoulders,
their faces -- now stretching, longing
for their life's adventures. "Roots and wings"
is what they say matters. We let them go.
Reminders in their pockets, in their hearts,
knowing they carry us with them, though
they are careful not to show us
too much attention. (Yet I
remember when they were
oh-so small!) They push