Dear Mother,

You planned to shelter me from cradle to grave
and I gratefully took the love you gave.
We're living the present and you're stuck in the past.
You knew right from the start this wouldn't need to last.

I've spread my wings, I've truly grown.
Now I can stand up on my own,
so loosen your grip, let go of my hand.
I don't need a crutch, I know how to stand.

This isn't goodbye, and you even know
sooner or later you've got to let go.
Your little boy is leaving, but don't be sad.
For the time we've spent together be glad!

Love,
Jacob