The giant bird soared high above
carrying a slice of my heart
with it, to shores, far and foreign.

Glass and steel facades, jazzy lights,
and fresh bonds await you, my child,
as you sculpt your own destiny. 

I trudge back home with leaden steps,
 an aching heart, but with dry eyes
that veil the void looming within.

Your room, once warm with voices…
laughter…the click of the laptop…
now feels cold, echoing silence.

Today I learnt to love you
from afar, learnt to let you go,
as you took flight to chase your dreams.

Fly back to the coop, my son,
when your tired wings need rest, and
you’ll find me waiting at the door.
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