I'm editing a Letting Go book of poems

I am struggling with this poem.  What about the ending? the lines ending with who... like it? not?  

Late August Prayer

Dear Jesus,
Please look after the students who
live in dorms and off-campus housing—
the young women who
look like lost girls
but add giddiness and color to campus,
the young men who
wear backpacks
and look for dreams.
Help them—those who
study long into the night, those who
don’t know how to start a conversation
but text at high speeds, those who
wear earbuds
looking down as they walk
in-between classes, those who
learn better with noise,
and those who
desperately need sleep.

I’m a mother.
Jesus, if I’m not a lost cause,
make me more of a parent who
lets go of hovering,
even though my instinct says
my son needs help in reading danger signs.
Let me be like a robin who
nudges her babies out of the nest,
wishing them adventure and joy.
Let me spend my time
fluffing my own empty nest.
Jesus, let me smile as my son
spreads his wings,
finds water, fruit, bread, friends.
Mainly, help me to stay out of the way.
Amen.

Would you look at this one?  Sorry...

Late August Prayer

Dear Jesus,
Please look after the students who
live in dorms and off-campus housing—
the young women who
look lost
but add giddiness and color to campus,
the lonely young men who
wear backpacks, yawn,
wish for something they can’t name.
Help those who
study long into the night, those who
don’t know how to start a conversation
but text at high speeds, those who
wear earbuds
looking down as they walk
in-between classes, those who
learn better with noise,
and those who
admit they are desperate for sleep.

I’m a mother.
Jesus, if I’m not a lost cause,
make me more like Hawaii who
lets each island be without brooding,
even when instinct says
my son does not recognize the danger signs.
Let me be like a robin who
frees her feathered ones.
Mainly, help me to stay out of the way.
Amen.

Pat

This has nice music and imagery.  I think the issue is the second stanza.  Here's a cut up/clipped version:

I’m a mother.
Jesus, make me a parent who
lets go of hovering,
Let me be a robin who
nudges her babies out of the nest,
Let me spend my time (who)
fluffing my own empty nest.
Let me be one who
smiles as my son spreads his wings,
finds water, fruit, bread, friends.
Mainly, ???
Amen.

Todd

Thank you. Looks and sounds right.  I'll look at it again this evening.  
I need to head to town for now.
Appreciate your thoughts.
Pat

Sometimes I just need another set of eyes.

I see the font did not come out Times New Roman, but I can't seem to fix that here.  Please ignore font.

Late August Prayer

Dear Jesus,
Please look after the students who
live in dorms and off-campus housing—
the young women who
look lost
but add giddiness and color to campus,
the lonely young men who
wear backpacks, yawn,
wish for something they cannot name.
Help those who
study long into the night, those who
don’t know how to start a conversation
but text at high speeds, those who
wear earbuds
while strolling sidewalks
in-between classes, those who
learn better with noise,
and those who
admit they are desperate for sleep.


I’m a mother.
Jesus, make me a parent who
lets go of hovering.
Let me be a robin who
nudges her young out of the nest, who
spends time fluffing her own empty nest.
Let me be one who
smiles as my son spreads his wings,
finds water, fruit, bread, friends.

Amen. 

Pat

I think I like ending with the "empty nest" image more than the "son" image.

Good work!!

Todd