You grew too fast...
seems like we blinked,
barely had time to think,
no space to document it all...
each cry, each step, each tooth, each lock
too many moments to take stock,
to take it in, everything.
And now you're moving on...
not fully grown,
yet knowing more and sure
you're ready to face whatever
the next place holds.
How are you so bold,
so fearless?
I want to hold you back...
Is that my fear, or lack of trust?
Yet, move you must...
See, your new door's open wide,
I'll step aside
and muster all the strength I can
to wish you well,
and hope these tears tell of pride,
and hope for every good gift from above
and love...
I'll trust your steps to God who made you,
and loves you more,
and has your life plan secure and
firmly in His hand...
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