This poem is about parents, and their struggles of watching their children grow up. I was inspired to write this while thinking of a line Mrs. Bennett says in the Pride and Prejudice movie: "It is so hard to part with ones children. One seems so forlorn without them." or something like that. R&R, please!
All that I can do
Your tears, on my hands
There were days you almost flew…
Your heart, your soul, on my mind; so I hope,
It is all I can do.
I have waited, waited for you,
Sat up through the night,
It is all I can do.
I have seen rivers,
Mountains too.
I know we can climb them
It is all we'll ever do
Even if I want to hold you back,
So I can watch you grow,
To say the things, you used to say,
The troubles of the world never know.
Even when I am afraid,
Afraid that I'll lose you,
I let go of your hand tonight, so you can fly….
It is all that I can do.