I am seeking a poem that describes letting go of those you love (I believe it refers to children) in order that they might "fly" and become who they are meant to be. Any help is appreciated.
Here is one by Debra Hall:
Who Gave Them Wings?
Who gave them wings
Oh God, was it "I"
It now seems as if
They've learned how to fly
They once were so small
And all through the day
"I love you Mommy"
Was what they would say
Then off they did go
To school where they learned
They learned how to read
And how to take turns
Each one grew up fast
As I taught about life
And yes, they grew wings
And learned how to fly
I look at them now
They've so much to give
Each one unique
With much life to live
I pray as they leave
My nest in their flight
Their wings will be strong
As they fly out of sight
This is from a song by the acapella group Artisan
"Why do people cage the things they love the most
Is it simply that they fear to be alone
If you give your love its freedom it may stay a while
If it leaves you it was never yours to own."
"What's the Use of Wings" Brian Bedford © Bedspring Music
from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
And He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also
The bow that is stable.