She is ready to take off,
I know it. Her wings have been
Unfolding like a rose in the summer,
As she dreams of adventures
Far away. From me. Soon the invitation
Will arrive and she’ll scream with joy,
Ready to stand tall and take flight.
She’s ready to eat the world;
To tango with life; to champion
Her cause; to go into the sea of existence
And sail to her own enchanted isles;
Slay her personal monsters;
Get lost in the eyes of a lover
And float in the sense
Of uniqueness of those who
Taste freedom for the first time.
Yet, all I can think of is that
From scratched knees,
She will eventually graduate to a broken heart,
To kicks and burns from the friend she thinks
Life will always be. And I may not be there
To kiss the bruise, the cut, the tear,
She laughs at my fears,
Her laughter like a crystal chandelier
Touched by the wind. She’s packed, she’s ready
And she needs no silliness from me.
So I hug her and let her go, out into the world,
Her new wings expanding wide.
And without the slightest hesitation,
My innocent brave girl bids good-bye and flies.