Cutting Nets

And all the while you were told
I was imprisoning you,
I was at work doing something much harder:
setting you free.

And here you are,
the nets cut.
The sky opened,
ready to fly.

I watch your wings spread
and you leap into your own unknown,
careing less about your destination
than your freedom to become

whatever you desire.

About this poem

A poem to and about my daughter, my son and my wife, who I love with my whole heart. Time shows truth.

Tom