Letting Go

The soft smell of new life,

Hopes and dreams visualized in tiny eyes,

This moment of amazement

Will never occur personally again.

Releasing what could be,

Staring into excruciating reality,

The cycle of renewal

Has faded away, not to be regained.

Thoughts of finality sting,

Though many enjoy the liberation of this period,

Discharging individual moments

Gives birth to joy for the next generation.

But, if it had been clear this was the last moment,

I would have savored more.