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Goodbye son 

There you go,

Rolling your trolley.

Once you go

I know there’s never a comeback.

I have seen you unfold,

I have seen you mature

On the threshold of adulthood,

You look,

Taller than I thought

In your own eyes.

Don’t turn back,

Don’t wave;

Aware as I am

That you are to born achieve-

Flying to new horizons;

Yet fear lurks, deep inside,

I am – a speck in your new world.

The one left behind feels likewise.