Manhood

NaPoWriMo Day 17 and today’s poem is called Manhood.

Manhood

Begrudgingly, you allow a peck.

I squeeze your giant frame

and we both feel discomfort.

Me because I miss that small, vulnerable being

who placed his hand in mine

and walked with me through magic worlds;

who looked to me for strength

and ran to me in times of joy and pain;

who thought I knew the rules of life

and found out, too soon, that I did not.

You because you are a man now

and no longer need me to be your anchor.

You have your own world and, though

you sometimes let me walk with you,

I am no longer guiding you through it.