Flying The Nest Poem by Jeannette Heywood

He's flown the nest at his behest.
Another test to curb my rest.
University does beckon.
On his potential I do reckon.
Proud to see him grasp his independence.
Can't help but feel a touch of dissonance.
All rites of passage are both bitter and sweet.
Still, on many paths ahead, my son and I shall meet.
Godspeed my playmate, sonshine and joy.
Those adventures are yours now, we read mum and boy.
I am proud of the man my eyes now rest upon.
Yet, I still see the boy shadowed within my son.
Go forward, go onwards, embrace all life brings.
I'll be watching, supporting, with outstretched wings.