Grown Children Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Little babes held in arms helplessly dependent
Growing day by day…becoming independent
Learning how to communicate and make their way
Leaving Mom and Dad…moving a distance away

Whether far from home or moving just down the street
An ounce of relief is joined by a feeling of being incomplete…
Grown children are missed…even though it doesn’t show
A ringing phone brings hopes of hearing them say hello

6/22/08