How do I let go
of God's gift I've mothered so?
as she stumbled to walk
I held tight so she could blossom and grow.
Then one day she pulled away
running and leaping as she played
ungripping my hand she said
I didn't have to hold her hand today.
Time slipped by before I knew
my little girl somehow had grew
into a world of uncertainty which
teenhood I tried to help her persue.
Now as I look into a young woman's eyes
on Her 18th birthday I finally realize
I must let go so she can soar
and let her own dreams fly.
rhonda ramsey cash
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