Little babes held in arms helplessly dependent
Growing day by day…becoming independent
Learning how to communicate and make their way
Leaving Mom and Dad…moving a distance away
Whether far from home or moving just down the street
An ounce of relief is joined by a feeling of being incomplete…
Grown children are missed…even though it doesn’t show
A ringing phone brings hopes of hearing them say hello
6/22/08
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grown-children/
