Taking Flight – KensView

At the open front door,
the sun spilling gold across the yard,
and I stand watching you,
my child,
Your bags carefully packed
and filled with anticipation for
a story yet to unfold.

I remember tiny hands clutching my finger,
and the way you looked up,
eyes bright with the world,
unafraid of its vastness,
unaware of its weight—
gathering dreams like wildflowers,
grasping for the edge of tomorrow.

Now, you stand tall,
shoulders squared to the horizon,
ready to leap into the unknown,
and I can’t help but swell,
like a tide rising in the heart,
full of all the moments,
the laughter, the lessons,
the quiet nights spent building castles
from the moments of our lives.

There’s a bittersweet ache,
a tugging at the roots,
but pride blooms fierce and strong,
like a tree in full blossom,
each leaf a testament,
each branch a reminder
that I once held you,
and now you reach
for something more.

As you turn,
your smile a beacon,
I sense the deployment of your wings,
the flutter of your spirit
taking flight into the wild blue,
and I whisper a prayer to the wind,
for safe travels, for joy,
for the courage to chase
every wild dream
that dances just beyond the horizon.

In the distance,
I see you,
a silhouette against the sun,
and though you’re journeying out,
my heart carries with you,
a tether of love,
stronger than distance,
richer than all the words
I could ever say.