(As we take on the role of doting mother, we wish that our children could forever be with us until we realize it’s time to let them go.)
This is a poem to my daughter, Rianna
whose confidence, independence and brilliance
never ceases to amaze me
Two fingers in her mouth and
blanket tucked inside her hand
quietly waiting for sleep to come
Excitedly waving goodbye
as she joined other “bunnies”
for the first time
Glancing at the audience
while delivering her yearend speech
She continues to show these in her later years
packing her bags
as she goes off with her peers
Bringing back memories
from summer camp to soccer camp
It’s now a few weeks before graduation
a few months before college in a foreign land
I now realize that for all that she has shown
we all know that it’s hard to let a child go
So I say this to you before you go
I can only pray that you will be fine
Until next time
you will always be on my mind
My dear daughter, Rianna
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4 comments:
There is such joy in our children ... different ages, different joys.
Hold on to the memories, see her through her dreams ...
I am sure that you are likewise "always on (her) mind ..."
Yes. I'm now in the second stage of letting go. This time with a lot of prayers. I wrote another poem for this.
i love you mommmmyyy!!! miss you! -rianna
hey nans! glad to know you make time to read my blog. love you too! can't wait for you to come home this Christmas. mwah!
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