LEARNING HOW TO LET GO
The child’s umbilical cord
Is the first binding tie
Which has to be broken.
And then our nurslings must
Be weaned from the breast.
Nestlings have to learn to fly.
The yellow school buses
Take them from our doors.
We share an empty house
With an aging partner or spouse,
Who one day is no more.
Comrades wave their goodbyes.
We all go on our ways,
Turning into memories.
So let us raise a parting glass
To all the loved ones of our pasts.
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