I prayed when my son tested boundaries,
not to constrain him, but for us, knowing
he’s finding wings, praying he’ll discover
his own limits, formulate his own philosophy
Prayed we wouldn’t drive him away by our
criticism – doing just as we did as youths but
worried because I want to protect him from
all that might cause harm
I need not have worried – felt glad knowing
he has to be purged in the fire of life now,
while he is still at home, rather than later,
when we are not around …
(My son turns sixteen on fifteen July, now he
wants to fly – metaphorically speaking…)
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