My Son’s Flight

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My college son left for a semester journey abroad with tears in my heart but pride in my eyes.

Author’s photo of son walking away to board a flight

The moon you see hasn’t passed me A world away, finally flying free

In my window streams the rising sun Your body adjusts for jetlag’s evening fun

I physically rise, emotionally fall hour by hour Your courage and strength lift me with power

My paralyzing fear of flying was today, not addressed Your ultimate safety and only wanting your best

As the season passes, your growth, I will miss My heart knows the value and weight of all this

Upon your return, a new terminal opens for you Stride carries gratitude, holding the door you walk through

I want to see a new world, what your vision beheld Honoring generations and customs with reverence, they meld

I grab my keys for work and pause, reflecting on your absence I raise your name, say a prayer, with faith it will make sense

We will see our moon again half past your last leg return arrival It is the protection of a Mama’s love that carries my survival

Thank you for sharing a snapshot of my worry and exuberance for my son’s travels.

If you would like to support me in contributing to this wonderful writing community and other passion projects, you can buy me a coffee at www.buymeacoffee.com/NSponsel, so I have more stamina to fuel my better writing ahead.

POEM OF TRANSITION

My Son’s Flight

My college son left for a semester journey abroad with tears in my heart but pride in my eyes.

Hello! I am Nicole.

Welcome to my profile — November 2021

Broken Courage

When a single moment provokes fear that lasts for decades

Join Medium with my referral link - Nicole Sponsel

As a Medium member, a portion of your $5/month membership fee goes to writers you read, and you get full access to every story…