the child
grows in inches.
in height
in weight in stature.
his wisdom
tags along a little
late.
as does ambition
and drive.
unable to leave
the nest and fly,
he's not hungry enough
to move
forward,
to use his own wings,
still tied to apron strings,
and the shadow
of love
nearby.
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