Parting at eighteen

My child gets off my hands, my hands,
He might discover other lands,
He might take part in groups and bands,
But at eighteen his childhood ends.

I will remember him at two-
I had to take him to the loo,
Today I put him on the plane,
I did not pass my days in wain!

Today he gave me a big hug,
I felt as little as a bug,
Today's mу turn to release his hands,
To rediscover other lands.

August 2011 La Guardia aeroport

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