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The Bees Knees

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To keep him safe and sound, all those years I tried

To nurture and protect him, all those times I cried

The cut fingers, burst lips, scabby knees and elbows

Arguing over homework, school day highs and lows

 

When he was sad and hurting, I would take his pain

When he felt down and low, I would take the strain

The time came for him to fly, it hurt to let him go

To keep my distance, to let him mature and grow

 

I don't know if the constant worrying will ever ease 

but...

He came home today with bee tattoos on his knees

I took one look and thought... well you did your best

At least it's not “I LOVE MALIA” in bold across his chest

 

just for fun

◄ The Grass Is Always Greener

Irreplaceable ►

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julie callaghan

Fri 21st Aug 2020 15:13

Thanks for the comment and like John.

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John Marks

Fri 21st Aug 2020 12:44

I don't think you ever let go. Mine are in their 30s and I worry about them every day.

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julie callaghan

Thu 20th Aug 2020 19:24

Thanks for the like Shifa

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julie callaghan

Thu 20th Aug 2020 06:13

Thanks for the comment John and the like Mocosy.

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John Coopey

Wed 19th Aug 2020 23:00

"When they're young they break your arms; when they grow they break your heart".

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