Poetry

Sonnet from a Parent to an Adult Child

You never stop wanting to make it all better

Photo by Baylee Gramling on Unsplash

I don’t know how to help you, but I will,
If only I could figure out just how,
You are grown up, and I’m your mother still,
Yet problem-solving’s complicated now.

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