When you went off to college and got a degree,
I still thought that somehow you’d always need me
Eventually you found a place of your own
But in my heart you’ll always have a home
You created a career and your income exceeds mine
Is some of what I taught you what makes you shine?
I pretend I’m not sad when you don’t call because it means…I didn’t tie you too tightly to my apron strings
When you moved away I thought I’d die
But all it meant was I gave you wings to fly
When you found someone to love and started to build your new life
I’m glad I raised someone worthy of the best husband or wife
I did my job and now you stand on your own
So I can’t be sad if you don’t phone
At least you’re not calling because you need bail
Or to be spinning another false tale
You’re not living in my basement glued to a TV
And for that I’m thankful as I can be
You’re a success story and these days that’s no small feat
But I still wish you’d call me at least once a week.
Another one to add to the collection courtesy of my weird ability to write poems with a Dr. Seuss-like-rhyming scheme in about ten minutes.
