My children leave the nest,
And I sit here and think.
What are they doing right now?
What are they eating?
Are they happy and well?
I'm excited for their uni and school holidays,
But I also want to see them.
But I can't.
Keep telling myself,
This is what mama and ayoh felt,
And it's normal.
But my heart still aches,
For my little birds who have flown.
There's a great brown pastel panda that's always overthinking about everything and trying to show what he sees and what he has seen.
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