I’m losing you, darling.
You’re growing up, moving on.
You’re beautiful, intelligent,
Your whole life before you,
But you’re not mine anymore.
You don't need a hand to hold,
Or anyone to tell you you're ok,
You just know.
Where you once sought reassurance,
You stride confidently forward,
And I watch in awe.
With everything you’ve achieved,
You’ve earned your place in the world,
To make it yours.
I swallow a moment of heartache,
A hark back to bunches and swings,
And I pause.
What's wrong, Mum?
Oh nothing, darling.
I'm so proud of you, you know.
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