Glass Children

Sometimes, sometimes
They fly away home,
Before we are ready,
Before they are grown.
Sweet birds of the future,
The whole of our love.
Sometimes they leave us,
How it hurts, how it cuts
to the core of us,
Ragged and raw we cross
oceans of question, of anguish, of tears.
The best of our hopes now the worst of our fears.
Bright stars of the future,
Now shine out of reach
and so left with the lessons they came here to teach
we can tend to and nurture the seeds that they sowed,
While we held them, so briefly, and called them our own.
Just fledgelings, so tender, magic still yet unknown,
but sometimes, sometimes
they fly away home.