Wednesday, June 1, 2011


From the moment you were born
You moved away from me.
First breath
First sleep
First smile
And so began your life on your own.

First laugh, first words
Your unique take on life
Even then, an individual
Doing it your way.

Your first steps,
Stumbling, halting
Then running and soon
You were finding your way.

First days of school
Bright yellow bus
Bright shining smile
Learning so fast.

Then suddenly, we face the “lasts”
Last days of class
Last concerts
Last days at home.

I don’t know where the time went.
I hope we did okay.
The next steps are yours,
And only yours.
First steps now turn to first flights—
Soar High.

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