Little babes held in arms helplessly dependent <br />Growing day by day…becoming independent <br />Learning how to communicate and make their way <br />Leaving Mom and Dad…moving a distance away <br /> <br />Whether far from home or moving just down the street <br />An ounce of relief is joined by a feeling of being incomplete… <br />Grown children are missed…even though it doesn’t show <br />A ringing phone brings hopes of hearing them say hello <br /> <br />6/22/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grown-children/
