Posted by: Liza Rosenberg | June 21, 2010

Rites of Passage

Tears of sadness; tears of joy
As I watch my little boy
Turn the page and start anew
Rites of passage all too soon

His future’s tangled in the past
A song connecting first and last
Brothers who will never meet
Connected by a song so sweet

I think of then and think of now; I wipe the tears that fall
For all that’s lost and all that’s found – I think about it all
I watch the little boy grow up – no prouder could I be
And through these rites of passage, he sets the other free

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  1. Absolutely beautiful.

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