Monday, November 16, 2009
I want to cry today
But I’m not certain why.
It’s not sadness, really;
More like a longing for the past.
A wish for one last time to hold her hand
As we cross the street;
Or to kiss a scrape on her knee.
I should not mourn the passing
Of her childhood:
The Mickey Mouse Motorcycle in his time out,
Bedtime stories and snuggle hugs,
Those Avril Lavigne days.
(Why’d you have to go and make things so Complicated?)
Instead, I must look forward to the firsts that are left:
Her first love.
Her first heartbreak.
Graduation, college, life.
She’s flapping those wings.
In an instant, she’ll soar high above me,
Taking on the world.
And I'll watch, tear-streaked, as she goes.
But today I will focus on the present.
I’m so proud of who she is.
My heart is full to see the joy of this day for her:
Living, loving, being.
Happy Birthday, Hollywood.
Posted by Monnik at 11:16 AM