Have you ever watched a loved one walk away? (c/c)?

Where are you headed to,
Somewhere strange, somewhere new?
Someplace different than the same old, same old,
Which direction are you going, warm or cold?

Why are you leaving here,
Your home, where there's naught to fear?
Is this part of "growing up",
Seeing new things, testing your luck?

Who is going along,
It must be someone good, and strong.
I cannot go, I'm too weak and frail,
Some other one must join you on that trail.

Will you ever be coming back,
If you do, will you remember the proper track?
I promise I'll be here, to witness your return,
And welcome you back to this village, Little Blue Fern.

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This sorta plays off of one of the settings for a book I've been working on, or maybe the poem came first..
LOL, whichever came first, I don't care.

Criticism, advice and feedback welcome,
Thanks for readin' and commenting'.
 
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