Letting Go? Poem by B. V. Dahlen

'It's time for breakfast,
Little Man'.
And Cheerios he gobbles.
While dressing,
With just one foot
Through his underwear,
He hobbles.

And then the bus stop,
So grown up
He pretends that I'm
Not there
And snarls as Mom,
As mothers will,
Brushes back his hair.

The bus arrives,
And up he goes
Without a backward glance.
A lump is forming
In my throat,
But I don't get a chance

To give a hug
Or one caress.
'Gee! Moms can act
So dumb.'
I'm sure
That if he'd had his way
I'd never even come.

And so my boy,
My last born son,
Goes off, alone,
To school.
And I'm left here
Behind the bus
Feeling like a fool.

But I can't help it
Can I?
He'll never have to know
That his 'Dumb Mom'
Was crying
As she watched
The school bus go.