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Letting GoHow 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 Vote for this poem
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