I spent the day with my grandson,
Imparting my wisdom,
Boosting his psyche as he heads
Off to college.
He's departing the flock,
Flying the coop,
Testing his wings,
All those fowl expressions that
Mean just one thing.
He's leaving home.
And when he comes back it will
Never be quite the same again.
Protect him under your feathers,
Father.
Teach him to fly.
And gently embrace his mom and
Dad whose nest will seem
Strangely,
Hauntingly empty.