All your life I’ve hovered,
judged, second guessed,
taken seriously the obligation
to control your life
even now, a decade plus
since you’ve been grown and gone.
But now I know it’s none of my business,
your side of the street, not mine.
I know I may still slip and put in
a few — or many — unwelcome words.
I’m learning, but imperfectly,
and I love you like crazy,
but I trust you, too.