Top of the Slope
That’s my boy at the top of the slope
In the winter-blue parka,
Bright against the new-fallen snow.
Child of mine, but boy no more,
He cuts the fine figure of a man now
As he razzle-dazzles.
Never did follow the well-worn track,
But found his own way in the fresh powder,
Always flying pell-mell and helter-skelter
Down the slopes without a care,
But I was standing there at the bottom,
Watching out for his winter-blue parka,
Sometimes sprawled across the new-fallen snow,
Reaching out for my hand.
My daughter has only been gone a few weeks, but it feels like an eternity...my teenager, whom I still think of as just a baby, has gone to college. Her school is three States away, and I will have to rely on email, IM, Facebook, Skype and other electronic means of connecting. No longer will I wake up early just to make her a special breakfast before school; no longer will I walk the dog with her by my side in the afternoons; no more will I have to endure the constant whining about how much homework she has and how little time to do it....yes, I will also miss the whining! I miss everything about her but also wish her on her way to a bigger life. This daughter of mine will succeed because I gave her the tools long ago to follow her dreams. She knows that she will find love and support wherever she goes....and she can always come home.
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