I just can't take this!!! He's leaving!!
The Hand on the Hilt
We cut him out this way
Like a precious cloth.
All of my love into every stitch
All of my life
for that love
But this our aim
Now,
I DESPISE OUR GOAL!!!!!!
We worked so hard
She, He and I
And made him a great young man
Now,
He leaves to live his life
He tears my heart as he goes
But he has no malice
He is doing just as we prepared him to do.
He will do it well
This
I know!
They say only women have ‘empty nest syndrome.”
I feel I have “empty soul disease.”
It feels terminal.
For so long
I was “Locke’s father.”
Now I am just me, and with she…we
As we were, 18 years ago.
It’s tough to pull a knife
From your own heart
and find
Only YOUR fingerprints on the hilt
The day I knew of has come
College: danger and discovery
The distance vast
The pain copious
1000 miles seems half a world away
But I knew when I started
If I did it right
My world would crumble away
The doctor told us “no real chance to have a child”
“One in a million”
Our odds came in on July 4th 1990
Our “One in a million” was 8 pounds, 10 ounces
Now, at 6’0” 240 pounds
Our “one in a million”
Becomes
“One OF millions”