Letting Go

Letting Go

The time I have with you
until you are gone
is quickly slipping through my fingers.
I try so hard to hold on to you,
but you are growing up,
away from me.

I can only pray that you
will come back to me.
You won't be the same;
you are your own person,
but I hope you will keep
the laughter in your eyes,
and that the best part of me
will remain with you always.

Pat Nelson

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