I imagine you waiting,
For the word to board,
Your flight back there,
On your path forward.
Thought out plans,
Ducks lined up, efficient.
I wish you success,
To be self-sufficient.
I know no matter what,
You will succeed.
You are my Son,
Like me, indeed.
Of course, you’ve got traits,
From your Dad.
He’s the Good Cop,
Me, the Bad.
Kept you in line,
But, an easy job.
Not much need to punish.
As a result, few sobs.
When I sit and think,
How far you’ve traveled.
So much more focused,
Me, sometimes unraveled.
So, you sit and wait,
For your plane, wheels up,
Still my Little Boy,
My emotions well up.
My job is done,
You turned out fine.
Still, a bittersweet moment,
Happy, sad, the same time.
So, until the next time,
We\'re together in the sun,
A special connection,
Between Mother and Son.