We are laughing,
in the last moments
together before
you begin your new life,
in a new city.
You are taking
part of me with you.
At the door, you grab me
into a fierce hug,
then you say goodbye,
and leave.
I cry.
© D. Elaine Wood-Lane
8/30/16
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Write a poem on your blog in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words is leaves, and link your poem back to dVerse. Visit and get inspired by the other poets. Have fun and remember to come back throughout the week to check out if there are any new entries. We will select one of the poems to be included in our upcoming anthology, and if you are selected we will contact you to get your acceptance.
Sunshine Lane 
Son of Leaves
Son of Comes
back..
Son of
Love
always
does
as Love
GoeS oN..:)
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Ohhhhh. I cry, too, reading this. Goodness. Wishing him all the best, and you all comfort and peace.
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Ah yes, I know that one. You told it perfectly.
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I think I parted much more gradually… living home through part of university… I think my parents were relieved when I finally left….
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Everytime I came home from university to visit my parents, my father always cried. This is so very tender and true.
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Oh I have lived this….a few times. There is something sacred about a mother and son connection and it is SO hard to see them leave, no matter where they go or for how long.
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Oh yes. It’s a way off yet, but I can see it on the horizon. Lovely poem.
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