Huddled over this lonely fire
… waiting on closed doors
Wondering when they will open
… to those who care the most!
Will they miss our warm embrace
… and the love that knows no end.
Will they miss their mother’s cooking
… and the warmth of her loving hand.
Every child will face this phase
… of needing to be free.
A need to move that mountain
… or explore the vast blue sea
Though we fear for their future
… we can't just disagree.
We’ll just have to be patient
… til they come home eventually!
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