Ancient Struggle Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

When to love and hold And when to let go We parents never learn When our kids turn bold But outside that door It is a harsh world And this the child will learn The way we too did before returning home..... Good poem and I welcome you to my page too

Where are you taking our hearts? Will you return the fragile gifts or should we believe it is right for them to continue in dual residence?

They going where we all went when we fled the nest, to live their own lives and then become us. Still, smashing little poem, sums up a lot of things we all have been through and if we're lucky we'll watch our children go through the same thing. Don't you just love being alive!

They tell you to be a nurse.

Yes, they walk away, but they usually walk back again when they have found their way as mature and responsible adults, which is the way it should be. Good write Carolyn.

Great poem and fitting title. Wonderfully expressed.

An age old story..... Losing a child at adulthood is harder than raising them

Abrupt so abrupt- Where are you taking our hearts? very nice- congrats

Makes me wish I had a child to write poems about...Bon Voyage. A definite 10! I'll definitely back for more. For a different take on a childless life still worth living check me out Carolyn.

Wow, I'm going through this struggle right now Carolyn. I never read something that was so close to the issue before. A lot of people don't really discuss what its like to have a child that used to admire you, love to be around you, then become 17 and a stranger that doesn't seem to have any desire to be around me at all. I didn't realize how much it would affect me. I guess I'm not the only one.