The day came that we watched her go;
She wasn’t sad at all —
For lives in motion, days are full
Of moving —
And after all, we grow and leave.
The small become the tall —
So much that needs disproving, or
Improving —
The vented hearts we have are made
For pride mixed up with grieving;
To see our faith rewarded in
Our daughter’s own believing
In who and what and where she was,
And where all she’d be going;
But Lord, my heart was broken, far
Beyond mere words, or knowing,
But yet – the day was hers, not ours.
Just parents with a daughter:
Who watch her her go with pride, and eyes
Reduced to salt
And water
Beautiful and heartbreaking but full of love <3