Daughter

I loved you

Before we met

And yet

We were connected

Body and soul

We shared space

And nourishment

And yet

I was in control

Making decisions

For both of us

Choosing the paths 

We would take

And yet

Knowing the day

Would come

When I would let go

Reluctantly, at first

Carefully giving up

The steering wheel

I had grasped so hard

For so long

And yet

Rejoicing in your ability

To ease out

Of the passenger seat

And travel on your own  

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