Letting Go

Dear Mom,

As I grow older

I just want to lean on your shoulder

As I look back over the years

My eyes begin to form tears

All I want is to be little again

Maybe nine or even ten

High school is coming to an end

Your heart is needing time to mend

College is near

And I know you don’t want to hear

I’ll be leaving soon

Always know I love you to the moon

Love always, Your Daughter

 

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