Our Son's Driver's Licenses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Saddened by a state of affairs beyond control, having
paid twenty-five dollars apiece for my sons to get their
driver's licenses.

Husband, home, out of work, has the time to take them for
their tests.

Wishing I could've been there to watch as they sat in the
car, nervous, scared, hopeful.

Having missed this special occasion in their lives, I can
only surmise and write feelings, listen to their versions
of what they went through and enjoy the pride shining
from both of their eyes.

It's too bad my husband doesn't write, because he was on
the spot and I know his heart was being pulled by many
little tugs in different directions.

Imagining the lump in his throat, his teary eyes, the pride
swelling within him.

Having experienced a lot of what I would have, except that
my depth of emotional ties and feelings goes deeper into
my being.

Yesterday held another milestone in our two son's lives -
it's a day they will remember and recall because they
received their very first driver's licenses on the same
exact day.

Wallets now bulging with that little plastic card, reflecting
the growth of their self-esteem.

Being parents, years are filled with proud moments and
special occasions.

Sometimes sorrow as children grow older, because with each
step they grow closer to our hearts, yet move farther away -
into lives of their own.