graduation

Transitions are in the air... some are leaving the nest for flight. As you join the others a new word grows inside me, a tight bundled joypain sits within my chest cracking open to release the scent of baby powered damp hair for the many practiced days have passed the next migration is a solo flight. Your sturdy shoulders of readiness experimental charm accompanied with grin will be a gift many will appreciate. Your graduation to come is a forced exhale and I breathe in the flight to come. Shake off the illusion, you were never really mine from the start. You have always belonged to to the world. I was always ever the warm nest from which you would someday fly. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community for Open Link Night at dVerse. HERE Dedicated to all parents of graduates. Yes, part of your heart is stepping out into the world to touch the lives of others. Let it go. Part of it will stay with you forever. What a privilege to experience this amazing journey of expanding love. Congratulations.

As he walks away,

the unknown grows inside me,

a tightness inside my chest.

His graduation is a forced exhale and I

breathe in the flight to come.

It was an illusion that he was ever mine,

from the start. He never belonged to me.

I was always ever the warm nest

from which he would someday fly.

Alicia Grimshaw

Dedicated to all of the parents of graduates. Yes, part of your heart is stepping out into the world to touch the lives of others. Let it go. Part of it will stay with you forever. What a privilege to experience this amazing journey of expanding love. Congratulations.