Nantli
His mother I will always, always be,
This adult man I see before me.
But my role is changing,
His escape he is staging.
Off to learn from the world.
His hand I can no longer hold.
Now, who will I be?
Now that I won’t have to be “mommy”,
Until now my most important role.
What will fill this emptiness, this hole?
My purpose must be redefined
As I leave that role behind.
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