flying away

you see the children
in the air.
flying away.
almost grown now,
their small hands gripping
balloon strings as
they sail
into the blue, towards
their own lives.
below their parents
watch in wonder,
uncertain about what to
do. confused by their absence.
these children,
no longer needing
or wanting too much
of the love
you gave them, at least
for now, until they
need to come
down.