Let GO!

I got so weird

When he got his beard

I was happy and sad

Memories were driving me mad

I so wanted him to speak

To learn something new every week

He can now talk and reason

I infact learn a lot from my son

I wanted him to know

Black crow and white snow

He is now my Mr. Know-all

Every winter he gets me a shawl

I wanted him to choose

His clothes and his shoes

He is now so confident in his choice

I sometimes miss his confused voice

I wanted him to clear his table

After every meal, to make him able

He can now cook his meals

Yet I get afraid of that knife when he peels

I wanted him to be brave and strong

Not cry, when mummy was not along

He would now soon move out of our house

Will be by himself or will get a spouse

I am so proud yet so nostalgic

This invisible umbilical cord stretches like elastic

It is important to cut it

Parenting cannot be a habit