I’ll leave someday, spread these wings,
leave the nest, and head off into wherever.
You will stay, an anchor to my soul,
reminding me that if my wings tire,
if I get weary, that I can return.
My compass will take me to untold places,
and I will feed my curiosity with wonder after wonder,
then, when darkness falls, I will ask you,
“Have I done it right? Are you proud?”
and you will respond as you always do,
“It’s not for me to say, you had to find your own way,
but, I can tell you, my son, I am proud.”
And no matter where I go, what I see,
that’s all I needed to know.