Like a child wrenched from the teat,
I cry out here.
You have removed yourself from me,
and all warmth and goodness seems gone, forever banished from my grasp.

I feel bewildered and blinded by what I perceive as your abandon.

But you, how you love me, even though we must say goodbye!

You, in your wisdom, know I cannot grow until I reach for solid food, until I taste a world of my own, separate from your embrace.

I hate you for the severing, but love you for the unclipping of my wings.