You sing your caged bird song
a lonely trill that echoes in the hearts of mothers,
with a tug at familiar longings,
but the wisdom of a thousand shattered
fragments of love.
So fly. Go. I will be here to catch you.
Sing your song and find a rhythm that speaks
to you, not one of the many.
If I examine each part of your puzzle I can put it all
together, “I wish we were together…” is everything
today. It is tomorrow that I want to show you.
Adult: fully grown and mature::adult
Physically, mentally, chronologically, how are we
defining the definitions of the words
that tell us what it is to be an adult?
Explain how we are so alike, yet so different.
Daughter of mine, tell me what do you see
through your eyes of green?
Because these old blue eyes are on the verge
of spilling over, knowing.