As the mother of an eight-year-old boy who's growing up quickly (don't they all?), I find Rachel Hadas's poem "The Red Hat" incredibly wistful and touching. It concerns a boy in Manhattan who starts walking to school by himself. Actually, it's about his parents, too.
...The watcher's heart
stretches, elastic in its love and fear,
toward him as we see him disappear,
striding briskly. Where two weeks ago,
holding a hand, he'd dawdle, dreamy, slow,
he now is hustled forward by the pull
of something far more powerful than school.
You can read the poem in its entirety in Hadas's collection Halfway Down the Hall: New and Selected Poems or in the excellent Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman. The copy of the poem that I found online is included with a college student's paper on the same, a legitimate way to post poetry and adhere to copyright restrictions, as best as I can figure. The poem originally ran in the January 16th, 1995, issue of The New Yorker. In an essay published by the literary journal Drunken Boat, Hadas talked about how she came up with the title. It's at the end of the piece, which mostly focuses on Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art."
The Poetry Friday roundup is at the blog A Year of Reading, which just celebrated its second anniversary. Congratulations, y'all!