Growing up

It's silly how I feel

The need to hold your hand

At every crossing

And guide you across every lane.

I can see 

That you no longer need

My mothering

But old habits die hard.

You're no longer the little boy

You once were;

You've grown up

But I haven't.

You're embarrassed

To have me around

Fussing over

In front of your friends.

And yet

This is what I've done for years.

Where do you expect me to go

And make a new start?