Last Child Leaving…by Robert M. Katzman
Many of us older Baby Boomer parents, now grandparents, remember this, as we now begin to disappear ourselves, and become: The Last Parent Leaving
(I wrote this about our 4th child, Sarah, now 22, about how her Mother Joy and I felt when she drove away from us and she disappeared from our eyes, as Joy, too now, has disappeared from mine.)
by Robert M. Katzman © June 17, 2014
The last one is sleeping
On the other side of our wall
Room’s randomly strewn with:
Clothes, makeup, empty food containers
Dolls, stuffed animals
Mysterious bits and pieces of technology
Towels, towels, towels
Extinct schoolwork
Her present is passing
She is leaving
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