Outgrown.

 

Outgrown.

 

Next generation once weaned wings away 
from the breast's cloistered past.
In standing erect most offspring cling not 
to parental mastery.

 

Growth's call will never be hindered by 
closed doors of detention.
Soaking in sap furthest from home keen 
shoots yearn for more adventure.

 

Trying to eat what others digested sours
young buds demanding taste.
Belonging to no-one new courage begets 
sense when choices need making.

 

Every plant casts its seed to the wind so
each finds space to survive.
Only by leaving the nest can a fledgling
learn self respect thereby thrive.

 

Letting go gently is welcome when sweet
dependence seems outgrown.
Whether fur, flesh or feather successful 
flight will ever remember home.

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we will grow up different from our parents...
often going in a different direction wanting to be our own person....and yet their impression will always be on us...the lessons learned from them...the knowledge...it all goes into parentage...but we have to make our own way, and they have to understand that...their dreams for us are not necessarily our dreams for ourselves.
a very insightful poem.
j.

[Fay Slimm]

Am grateful for this thoughtful in-put to the poem's recognition of parent-child roles - indeed they are vital and have to be understood. Thanks so much jacob for your visit and read.

[Neville]

I came back to this page for a further read but was surprised not to find my original review that I left no more than an hour ago... Is this a second posting?

Anyway, just wanted to say these words were as much enjoyed upon my most recent visit as they were on my first.... This has your signature running all the way through it Fay.. Neville