How deeply satisfying it must be
To watch someone different from thee
In every way. Yet, sometimes I see
A reflection in them of me.
The way they tuck stray strand of hair
Fell on the face, behind the ear,
And smile with furrowed forehead fair,
And laugh aloud without a care.
The Universe has gifted me
What I may call my progeny;
The fruit, sure, is borne by the tree
But its own person it must be.
So, fly the nest, raven – oh!
Onward, upward you will go
And I will surely miss you so
But I can’t stop you, now I know.
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