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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My family
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