
recently I was poised to pen something funny; but alas, I wanted to share my experience of letting
go (one of them) that means a lot to me and many may relate to. I know Claudia does ;)
When our eyes first met and said 'hello'
my life's purpose was made crystal clear
Unfolding you I whispered so low..
'I'll not let you down...so never fear'
Dreams were created in your design..
A sturdy nest so not to fall through
Proud to show off and say you were mine
I poured affection all over you
Your wings grew as did your confidence and grace
I in awe of your talents and esprit de corps..
humbled as your guiding light to show the way
I could not be your sail nor would be an anchor
My heart pendulum swung low and high
myriad times watching each tiny step
Felt new pain when you were ready to fly
You came home from college some weekends
I gave you away on your wedding day..
sat by your side when your daughter was born
I learned circumstances always do change
But you are my daughter forever morn
And though you belong to God and the world
and are not mine to keep..
I'm glad you are soaring high as a bird
for that I will ever happily weep...
Sometimes words are inadequate for new poets..
but as your friend and peer...suffice it to say ..
I am honored.....
..and divinely blessed
each and every day..
..
My Mary at age 42
'I'll not let you down...so never fear'
Dreams were created in your design..
A sturdy nest so not to fall through
Proud to show off and say you were mine
I poured affection all over you
Your wings grew as did your confidence and grace
I in awe of your talents and esprit de corps..
humbled as your guiding light to show the way
I could not be your sail nor would be an anchor
My heart pendulum swung low and high
myriad times watching each tiny step
Felt new pain when you were ready to fly
You came home from college some weekends
I gave you away on your wedding day..
sat by your side when your daughter was born
I learned circumstances always do change
But you are my daughter forever morn
And though you belong to God and the world
and are not mine to keep..
I'm glad you are soaring high as a bird
for that I will ever happily weep...
Sometimes words are inadequate for new poets..
but as your friend and peer...suffice it to say ..
I am honored.....
..and divinely blessed
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My Mary at age 42