Letting Go

Letting Go

My time with you is fleeting like
sands in an hour glass. I try so
hard to hold on to you, but
you are growing up, away
from me. I would as
easily embrace an
early morning
fog. 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